Dance Fairytale Game

[salsachinita]

This came from "Finding love & romance on the dance floor" thread. I thought it might be fun to turn it into a game :wink: !

There is enough written here for a short romantic novel..... so I'll kick it off with...

Once upona time there was a beuatiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.


What happens next? I'll leave that to you....

:wink:

[danceguy]

There is enough written here for a short romantic novel..... so I'll kick it off with...

Once upona time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.

One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.

"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"

But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...

"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."

To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.

She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.

Astonished, the maid said....

[Vince A]

Once upona time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.

One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.

"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"

But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...

"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."

To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.

She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.

Astonished, the maid said, "My Dear Princess, no wonder you're in such distress. Your mother, the Queen, wears the pants in the family, and your father, the King, he wears a dress. No wonder you've only seen the "court balls" all these years!"

"Put your faith in me, and give me all your trust, if it's dancing you want, then "it's dancing or bust." There is a young feather-footed young man who lives in yonder El San Diego, and he is said to dance lighter than the wind. He dances on a special floor made of balsa, and the dance he does, is called the Salsa.

So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .

[borikensalsero]

..."Put your faith in me, and give me all your trust, if it's dancing you want, then "it's dancing or bust." There is a young feather-footed young man who lives in yonder El San Diego, and he is said to dance lighter than the wind. He dances on a special floor made of balsa, and the dance he does, is called the Salsa.

So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .

They reach yonder El San Diego, little need be asked for there was exotic music as never heard before emanating from every pore of this little San Diego Town. Chills run down Erzebette’s body, maid feeling the intense chills from a mere hold of hands, shivers as the fix for unknown addiction travels too, across her body.

Not knowing where to look young Erzebette listens to her soul. It is late in the evening and the mountains being to blanket the sun. Loosing no faith the princess and her loyal maid press on. Finally she feels it, she is at the right place. There are sings everywhere, she is cheerful, doesn’t know why, but knows she is here.

Closer attention to the man made signs created by a needing soul yield a sight more wholesome than the love of a mother, more pleasant than a soothing hand, more gratifying than the very thought of the dance. A seemingly tall, dark, muscular, handsome man, dressed in black-buttocks-tight pants, yet loose as the near his feet. Green guallavera, buttoned half way, displaying the sight many men admire but none posses, yet many women have desire, but none have held. Chiseled face, deep-dark penetrating eyes, rugged facial look from a few days young of escape from the day-to-day search of smoothness for her to caress, her who he has yet to feel, yet to see, yet to need. Sing reads… he who dances lighter than the wind, he who only balsa has cushioned his grace, he who only salsa knows his heart. He, who we call SDSalsaguy is here today just for you…

Location gives way to the beginning of 2 soul’s journey into one… She looks in, the picturesque figure unmistakable to even the amnesiac, traces faceless feelings only one dance can attain, she is there and…

[Vince A]

Location gives way to the beginning of 2 soul’s journey into one… She looks in, the picturesque figure unmistakable to even the amnesiac, traces faceless feelings only one dance can attain, she is there and…
... he is there. Eyes meet, heart beats accelerate, palms begin to sweat, but neither advance as yet. Music begins to sing, and all of a sudden as in a deepend trance, they hear the beat on "one," and begin a strange hip-gyrating dance, and slowly move toward each other. As they meet, he whips his ponytail around and reaches out with both arms. She hesitantly places her soft hands in his. They gently sway back and forth to the beat, and quickly as if in heat, he holds her hands and thrusts his hips into hers and bends her over backwards! While bent over, she . . .

[danceguy]

While bent over, she is weightless, free flowing like a river, a river melted from its time of rest in the dead of winter, awakened by the light of the sun, moving, powerful, a current of unfathomed depths.

To this place within her soul she is taken, by he who has grace and carnal charisma, this tall and dark handsome man whose skin is the color of one from the tropics, so dark and smooth that it made one wonder...had he applied something to his skin?

This stranger from the abyss of El San Diego, this man who holds the key to her very soul pulls her back upright, his eyes locked with hers. He smiles, she smiles, and energy of their combined auras mixes with that of the crowd, and the band around them.

At that moment, she feels his pulse joining with hers...the sound of two hearts coming together as one, from the marrow of her bones comes a squeal of ectasy that surges through every mitochondria in her cells, brining forth a voluptuous smile to her ruby red lips.

She is drawn to this man...and he is to her. Their arms wrap around one another... the space between them diminishes... and then Erzebette looks down briefly...and there on the floor is a wide brimmed purple hat...fallen from the head of the man who led her on this tryst of sensuality.

Picking up his hat, she gently places in back on his head, eyes open with an invitation and says...

[Vince A]

Picking up his hat, she gently places in back on his head, eyes open with an invitation and says, "My oh my . . . you have pierced me with your lance . . . straight through the heart during my first and only dance. Come with me and be my Prince, as surely as you know, I'm a real qualified 'Princess.'"

His heart again began to race, maybe now, he thought, I can end this chase. He began talking, his dancing prowesses he would boast. He took her hand, led her out on the floor, and said, "I even can swing a West Coast." Oh no she thought! We just met and now he wants to Swing. How can I ever explain such an action to the King.

He took her right hand in his left, and then he slipped an arm around her waist as if in theft. As the music began to sing, and he looked down and noticed a certain odd thing. Her . . .

[borikensalsero]

He took her right hand in his left, and then he slipped an arm around her waist as if in theft. As the music began to sing, and he looked down and noticed a certain odd thing. Her . . .

…body had yet to understand the mastery of translating the, up to now, imaginary rules of swing. Her hips wiggled as if one dance had never stopped and the other began. He isn’t deterred, with a heart warming smile he soothes the excitement of that first dance, the racing anticipation of her heart, and replaces it with the calmness of a morning boat ride on the water’s of Lake El San Diego. They find themselves yet again locked into face to face position in reminiscence of the following event of the “I DO” in front of God when the man and the woman become one. The closeness marked by meeting of 2 breaths about to unite in the world of swing. Anxious no longer she allows his masculine hands to guide her passed the unfathomed world her imagination could have never conceived… He

[Vince A]

Anxious no longer she allows his masculine hands to guide her passed the unfathomed world her imagination could have never conceived… He whispers in her ear, "We've got to look the part." Off to the halls, they did roam, he watches her run, his mouth in full foam. "We've got to look right, be a dead wringer," put on these baggy jeans, and you'll look like a true West Coast Swinger.

As she slowly removed her princessly gown in undress, he truly was in awe, "this Princess is surely blest." "She certainly looks the part, those jeans she's wearin' . . . . are really tight, the seams are tearin'." One thing's for sure that she don't lack, this baby's really got back!

"What was that you said?, "Nothing much," he replied, "just a silly thought runnng through my head. They scurried back through the grand entrance door, heading for music and the ballroom-sized dance floor.

Just then, the music began, but to their surprise . . .

[danceguy]

Just then, they were struck by the sound of the clave...for the music had changed back to Salsa...but this was only the beginner of a night that would never end.

A man stood staring across the dance floor, and with a motion as if to undress dear Erzebette with his eyes, he took off his leather jacket and flung it aside.

Once, twice, thrice...he spun across the dance floor...ending up standing before the astonished pair.

His eyes were only for the sweet Princess, this girl of Boiler's and Ballrooms...the lady who would one day be queen.

For the man in the purple hat, he held only contempt.

"Excuse me friend," said this roguish stranger. "But I must cut in and dance with this fair young lady."

Who was this man with nerve of steel, and gall to match? His eyes were like lasers, piercing, focused, and powerful. He stood tall, as best a match for the Salsero de San Diego in every sense of the word.

His hand extended and the princess grasped it. For now she had two handsome suitors...and her parents would be pleased.

SD stood dumb as one struck by lightning...his fair sweet love had been stolen away like the innocent Europa...taken away by the baleful Zeus to the stars...

The only clue to the identity of his unforeseen rival was a name on his shirt, bearing a word...

Colorado.

Taking Erzebette by the hips...

[Vince A]

The only clue to the identity of his unforeseen rival was a name on his shirt, bearing a word...

Colorado.

Taking Erzebette by the hips...he said"Excuse me, but I've got to break up this trio. Princess, let me introduce myself . . . My name is Youngsta." He took her into his arms and dipped her with care, relentlessly sweeping the floor with her hair. "1,2,3 . . . hey look at me . . . 4,5,6,7 . . . let me take you to heaven . . . 8 . . . hurry, well leave this SD 'what's his name' at the gate."

Her breasts heaved in despair, "Which shall I choose, the short curly or the ponytail and straight for hair?" Shall I be a queen of snow and learn to ski, or shall I stay with one who has a PhD? Whatever can I do, how shall I choose between the two?" "A dual with swords, a fight to the death, who can throw the farthest of gourds, who can hold the longest breath?"

"Wait, I've got it she said . . . "A contest of dance . . . the winner will be the one who'll get into these pants." And so it began, both day and night, not merley dancing, twas such a sight. Youngsta was bobbing both up and down, while SD was . . .

[danceguy]

And so it began, both day and night, not merley dancing, twas such a sight. Youngsta was bobbing both up and down, while SD was spinning in circles. But despite all their efforts, the two suitors were so evenly matched that poor Erzebette could not make her choice!

Frustrated, the suitors decided that this girl was not worth their efforts, and after several snide remarks they both went their respective ways.

Erzebette was devastated...but in the end she returned to her parents and was allowed to dance.

Even though her father wore a dress, and her mother wore the pants. ;)

THE END

[salsachinita]

:x end so soon...? I was having such a great time reading this :lol: :lol: :lol: !

ok, I wanna know more about the show-down, and perhaps other characters taking parts......

Then perhaps more quests for the princess.....?

Come on, guys.....! You can do better. At least keep the story going until SD comes back to add his bits :wink: .

(and I believe ND is just waiting to corrupt it in some ways as only he knows how :wink: )

[Vince A]

I think we were getting a little carried away, and decided to end it!

Maybe our tone was even getting a "little dirty" . . . but damn . . . that was fun . . . even if it was at SDsalsaguy's expense . . . .

So start another if you like????????? We could talk about you for a few paragraphs . . . you know many of us have a warped sense of humor 8)

[danceguy]

So then SD, we have heard no comments on our collective tale. And if we don't hear any soon, we will have to start another one! ;)

[SDsalsaguy]

Hiya SG... like salsachinita I was finding the tail rather entertaining. The whole thing just hit a little close to home with the wedding I was at this past weekend, so I don't really have it in me to participate. Please feel free to continue however...



P.S. As posted in the IRU, if you (or anyone else) want the details let me know and I'll PM you...

[pygmalion]

I think we should start another, but give SD a break this time. The tale was a lot of fun, but when you single out a protagonist ... well ... things can get squirrelly.

[SDsalsaguy]

Thanks for the concern Jenn, but vince and SG both already know what the deal was with the wedding I was at last weekend. I know that the story was only meant in fun and didn't read it in any other way and I'm happy to resume my roll in their shennannigans... :wink:

[pygmalion]

Okay. I was trying to look out for you as best I could, but if you want to play along with thier inordinate silliness ... be my guest. LOL.

[danceguy]

Well, in all honesty I was out of ideas at the very end. I'm in the process of finishing up a writing project so needless to say...I'm quite burned out with writing and I don't have much left in me to continue more silly tales. :)

And by the way, Vince started it! Well, actually I did, but I can still blame it on him. :D

[Vince A]

Inordinate silliness???

I think we were pretty well coordinated in our silliness!!! We even assumed what the other's intentions were . . . and . . .

SD . . . I didn't start this as Erick said . . . it was "all him!"

The next time, Erick, I think we need to include Jenn in the story . . . :twisted:

[SDsalsaguy]

OK, you guys want a real fairytale? Tell me about my trip to Oz! :wink:

[Vince A]

OK, you guys want a real fairytale? Tell me about my trip to Oz! :wink:
OK . . . you begin . . .

[SDsalsaguy]

OK, you guys want a real fairytale? Tell me about my trip to Oz! :wink:
OK . . . you begin . . .
Umm, what part of "you guys" wasn't clear Vince? :wink: :lol:

[danceguy]

Trip to OZ???

[SDsalsaguy]

Trip to OZ???
As in Australia! :wink:

[Vince A]

OK, you guys want a real fairytale? Tell me about my trip to Oz! :wink:
OK . . . you begin . . .
Umm, what part of "you guys" wasn't clear Vince? :wink: :lol:
Come on now . . . you know you are always included, so "you guys" means "you too!"

[salsachinita]

:lol: A pair of serious delegators at work........ 8) :lol: :roll:

[Vince A]

. . . a delegator . . . come on now, be serious! :wink:

[danceguy]

There once was a man torn asunder
On his desires to travel down under
Wicked plans did he contort
But alas, he fell short
Of the money to fund such a wonder

TO THE LAND OF OZ!

The days passed slowly, as did the realm of pre-cognitive thought. A morose and handsome young man sat pondering...pondering how to get to the land of OZ.

"Shall it be by plane, train or boat?" thought he. Quickly realizing that a train would not be able to cross the ocean, that idea was ruled out and discarded.

That left him two options: a plane or boat.

"The land of down under hast called to me," quote this man of indescribable dancing skill. "There is said to be a fair maiden there, the Mistress Salsachinita who leaves flames behind on the dance floor, said to dance in silvery shoes made of a fallen star. I should liken to meet her and share many a dance."

But alas, this very maudlin man looked in his pockets and found they were not overflowing with abundance to fund such a trip.

"How will I find the sum to carry me overseas, past the rocks and trees, to find what will set my heart at ease?" he cried.

It was at that moment as he sat in his home in El San Diego that a knock struck at his door. It pulled him from his forlorn fantasy, once, twice, thrice came this knock knock knocking upon his door.

His heart beating furiously, his palms clammy, he gently opened the door, and standing there was...

[Vince A]

There once was a man torn asunder
On his desires to travel down under
Wicked plans did he contort
But alas, he fell short
Of the money to fund such a wonder

So, he gathered his unsightly passport photo,
In an attempt to search for his own kind of mojo.
Eyes bulging, and forcing a grin,
Took a step forward and stuck out his chin,
Saying, "Why, I'll even take my dog, Toto."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was at that moment as he sat in his home in El San Diego that a knock struck at his door. It pulled him from his forlorn fantasy, once, twice, thrice came this knock knock knocking upon his door.

His heart beating furiously, his palms clammy, he gently opened the door, and standing there dressed in disguise, was a man known as the "Mentor," and those that personally know him, called him the "DanceMentor."

Speaking out in voice so calm, " I heard you wailing from far across the land, all the way to Atlantaville." "Why do you weep so loudly, my son?

As the 'handsome young man' looked up, he was nearly blinded. Lights radiated from the stanger. Blues, yellows, reds, greens. Lightning bolts reached out, but nothing was struck, nor damaged. Music was loudly playing, but the stereo was not switched on. "Yikes," he thought, "it's Salsa music I hear, but it's being played by James Brown."

And as quickly as he said that, all was silent. The 'young handsome man's' heart was racing, but he courageously asked, "Who are you?"

The uninvited guest looked down at the at the 'young handsome man' and said, "Why I'm the DanceMentor. I am your Fairy Godfather." I heard you wailing about your plight, and as to whether to go by boat or by flight."

"I am here to grant you three wishes. So, be careful what you wish for, and choose wisely my son . . .

The 'young handsome man' closed his eyes and thought, "Hmm, three wishes?" "Whatever shall I choose . . . Mama needs a coat and Dad needs new shoes, and I need to get to the land down under to find the only fair MAIDEN in all the land. Only her silvery shoes that leaves flames, could match my own dance games.

"Take your time in chosing, as I need a moment's break to e-mail the entire nation . . . to grant your three wishes, I need another donation, said DanceMentor.

LiIke a light bulb going off ninhis head, the 'handsome young man' sat up and spoke. My first wish is . . .

[danceguy]

Like a light bulb going off in his head, the 'handsome young man' sat up and spoke:

"My first wish is for some new threads!"

"New threads?" spoke the DanceMentor. "You must be more specific my son, I am not quite up to speed with this new fangled lingo of yours."

"I need some new dancing duds," quote the young man. "I seem to have lost my purple hat, and besides that color doesn't really fit my new image. If I am to dance with a lady with shoes of a fallen star and a dress of glittering silver, I have to possess the best clothes in the land!"

"Indeed," said the Fairy Godfather. "But this is quite a wish that you have asked for, as the only people who could craft such a suit of the stars are the Royal Elves of Adanac."

"What?" exclaimed the young man. "Are you saying I have to go to that back-asswards country just to get a suit? What kind of a magical Godfather are you?"

"Sage young lad, sage," warned the DanceMentor. "I shall bring the young Elfin Prince of the Devin family here for you to talk with. Only he can make the suit that you wish to possess."

"Ok then, let's see your magic you Merlin wannabe," opined the handsome young man.

In a flash of light, more brilliant than 1,000 fireworks, more beautiful than a rainbow after a mighty thunderstorm did the DanceMentor's magic light up the room.

And lo and behold, there stood a small and puckish young elf, holding in his hands a needle and thread of unknown mystical power.

"So then," quote the elf. "I am the Elfin Prince NeoDevin, from the backwards land of Adanac...what is your desire, thee who wishes to dance with the fair lady who treads fire?"

"Well," said the handsome young man...

[Vince A]

"So then," quote the elf. "I am the Elfin Prince NeoDevin, from the backwards land of Adanac...what is your desire, thee who wishes to dance with the fair lady who treads fire?"

"Well," said the handsome young man, brazenly sticking out his hairy chest, "The young lady from down under has shoes of a fallen star and a dress of glittering silver, so I am told. I must have the best of the best. I want an outfit of gold."

"You see," continued the 'young handsome man,' "I am the Sir of Swing, the Sultan of Salsa, and the Ballsiest of Ballroomers. I have an image to uphold."

"But," replied the Elfin Prince NeoDevin, from the backwards land of Adanac, "tis no easy task."

The Elfin Prince went on, "I must return to Adanac so that I can instruct my many, many, many, many, many, many, many little women to spin straw into golden threads to make such a garment."

Continuing, "Then I must consult with my most talented writer/designer and engineer, Miss Gen-u-ine Pyggy. She will design the duds for you. Of course, it will take her about 4-thousand tries before she finalizes it. I must ponder this request."

Just then, in a cloud of smoke, the Fairy Godfather, DanceMentor, butted in, "The 'young handsome man' has a wish, and it must be ganted."

"That's three wishes there your dazzling brillance, and they're all free. So be off with you," replied the 'young handsome man.'

"Your wish is my command oh Salty Singer, er, uh, Bold Savory Salsa Guy, the One with Balls, oh, whoever. I'm one my way, but first, I need to get your measurements.

"Hat size?" asked the Elfin Prince.

The 'young handsome man' thought for a second and replied . . .

[danceguy]

"Hat size?" asked the Elfin Prince.

The 'young handsome man' thought for a second and replied...

"You know what Mr. Elfin Prince, I think I've had it with the whole hat thing. Last time I wore one I didn't score a single time, not to mention the amount of people who found it funny."

"But you must wear a hat!" said the Prince. "All proper gentleman wear one, especially when going to dance with a lady such as Mistress Salsachinita. Do you want to look like a gandygooner, eh?"

"Fine then," said the young Sultan of Salsa. "If it'll shut you up for a while, then whatever you think will look good."

"Excellent," said the Prince. "I will make you look great."

"Sure, whatever," guffawed the Sultan.

"You makin' fun of me, eh?" boomed the Prince.

"Damn straight," said the handsome young man.

"Human, thy naiveté is deliciously amusing!" cried Prince NeoDevin. "For I have lived for 3,000 years, and been the lover of more Elfin lasses than you could possibly count! As a matter of fact, I happen to be the Mack Elfy of Devinshire! What do you say to that?"

"I say shut it!" yelled the Sultan. "Are you going to make me some new threads, or do I have to wish for someone else who can really do it."

"He's right your highness," said DanceMentor. "As you have been summouned, so you must provide the wish. Such is the way of our code of honor."

"Ah go stuff it!" yelled the Prince and Sultan together.

"You try my patience!" bellowed the fairy Godfather. "Elfin Prince, make with the new clothes, and I mean NOW!"

"Of course," said the Prince. "But in my dawdling I realized one thing...yes I have the means to make the material for such an outfit...but alas I am but an Elf. I know little of how to dress a human for such an event. I must ask that you call forth the King of the Metrosexuals, Sir DNice Von Lindyhoppin."

"Ask and ye shall receive," said DanceMentor. "Thou speaketh with a forked tongue my fair Prince, but you are quite correct that he is the man to call. As you have willed it, so it shall be done."

Suddenly, the room began to glow...and the sounds of strange music filled the ears of all the men (minus the Elf of course) present. A magical doorway appeared, and as it opened, there strode forth a man of such charm and elegance that even the great Wizard DanceMentor was left speechless.

"So we meet again Prince of Adanac," spoke the perfectly dressed devil, Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin.

Turning to the handsome young SD, he said...

[Vince A]

Suddenly, the room began to glow...and the sounds of strange music filled the ears of all the men (minus the Elf of course) present. A magical doorway appeared, and as it opened, there strode forth a man of such charm and elegance that even the great Wizard DanceMentor was left speechless.

"So we meet again Prince of Adanac," spoke the perfectly dressed devil, Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin.

Turning to the handsome young SD, he said, "Why look at you, all dressed black . . . you need the clothes and you need a hat. Once that is done, you will indeed look like the part of the Sultan of Salsa, the Sir of Swing, and. . . what ever else you are blessed with."

Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin continued, "Do you not want to look as 'swave and deboner' as I? I stand a mere 7 feet tall, and with these clothes on my back, some even mistake me for the Shaq."

And with that, the 'handsome young man' stepped forward to be suited for his threads of gold. Colors were added that would make him look bright, but not too much, things were going just right.

Two days and two nights, the tailors stitched, and all the while, ideas from Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin were feveriously pitched. "Wait, I have another brilliant idea Oh Sultan Sir, why not add just a touch of fur?"

"Damn, I'm so full of it . . . great ideas, that is" said Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin as he laughed and shook like a bowl of jelly. "Why, if you had a tan, we could call you R. Kelly." "Oh well, I'm sure that's idea been taken and probably would fail, but whatever shall I do with that ponytail?

Spinning the 'handsome young man' around, Sir DNice grabbed the long hair that gracefully flowed down the back of the Sir Swing, the Sultan of Salsa, the . . . oh hell, you get the idea who it is! In that same fleeting moment, Sir DNice yelled "Gaze upon this hair of length, for surely I'll prove it's not the key to his strength. This cannot be perchance, the secret of his great dance.

Reaching for the shears, Sir DNice Von LindyHoppin continued, " Mind you of course this is no jealousy, I'll prove once and for all this is a fallacy." Aiming for the hair with scissors in hand . . . all of a sudden, another flash. There appeared the fairest in the land.

With a voice as soft a Charmin . . .

[danceguy]

With a voice as soft a Charmin spoke a young maiden fair, one who is said to have worn magical underwear. Of this tale now we shall not speak, less tis not the time to hear of such a treat. Upon her feet were a pair of ballet slippers of a size quite large, leaving many a glance upon her eyes that glittered like stars.

"Sir DNice," quote she. "I must ask that you stop this at once! Leave the man's ponytail be, for without it he would surely look like a dunce!"

Turning to the slyph young lass, the man who stood in glowing golden threads bowed low.

"And who might you be, fair Maiden of shoes so big?"

"I am the Elfin princess Swingin' Kitten, human of things unmentioned that are most likely small. I have come to save you from being overdressed, for I like that none at all."

"So we meet again," said the King of the Metrosexuals. "Why do you always have to spoil my fun Ms. Kitty? I was just doing my job."

"And a fine job you did Sir," said she. "But our work here has come to an end, so then my dear Sultan of Salsa, we must bid you farewell, till next we meet again!"

With another flash of light, a puff of smoke and swirling colored, the trio of the three magical beings suddenly left our hero's home, leaving him standing alone with the Fairy Godfather, Dance Mentor.

"Those are some damn fine duds you got there kid," said the Fairy Godfather. "If I was mortal again, you can bet your sweet behind, I've be chasing the dames with only one thought on my mind."

"Well," said the young Sultan. "I'm actually just looking to dance, and I'm not really looking for any romance."

"In time my dear boy, in time, for one does not always need to reel in thy line when just out fishing. Now then, you still have two more remaining, so let's make with the wishing!"

Standing still for a moment, the Sultan of Salsa pondered what his second wish might be. He already possessed the hippest, most stylish threads in all the land, what else could help him dance with the Salsera from a foreign land?

"I must speak true Dance Mentor, for if I am to dance with the maiden who treads flames, I must have the dance skills to avoid being shamed. Tis true I now have the clothes for such a souree, but I must also have the sexy moves to dance the night away."

"I need to have some dance lessons by a man known only by few, of he said to have moves that make all the maidens swoon. Do you know of whom that I speak, the true Sultan of Salsa that has wings for feet?"

"Indeed I do," quote DM. "You speak of a man from the distant Nueva York who dances like the wind, none other than the Saint of Salsa, the legendary Boriken."

"That is who I wish to teach me the moves," said the young SD. "My second wish is to have him show me how to groove."

"You ask for much my son, for the Saint Boriken is said to have dance cards filled for generations to come...many women travel the world far and wide, just to drool and stand at his side. But as you have decreed again my son, such as you have wished, so it shall be done."

Pulling out a set of conga drums, the great DM started to play. Soon the magical drums beat out a melody of Afro-Cuban rhythms, and then before their eyes, a man appeared who danced with the wind itself, and the wind danced with him.

"I bid you greetings, young Sultan to be," said Saint Boriken. "Now as you have spoken of your truest heart, I shall teach you the moves that will set you apart. You will be the King of Salsa Kings, drinker of the sacred agave..lover of the ladies and the master of the clave."

Standing next to the stunned young SD, the Saint Boriken began to clap his hands, while the great DM played out a medium tempo Salsa.

"Now then amigo, move your hips like..."

[borikensalsero]

"Now then amigo, move your hips like..."

…the stars of a clear night, with soul at had, and body at a distance. Think of thy self as the wind itself. Mourn not the passing of thy moves, but the beginning of tis new world. For the clave of a slow tempo salsa can not mean the world without the meaning of love itself.

Close your eyes and feel the beating heart of the slow salsa transcended by the clave, become my words not as I say them but as you perceive them. Dance not with me, nor for me, but for it all. Allow all to become the flowing river of passion every women desire out of the embrace of a man. Stop not when you find you, but when you become the music, her, and togetherness until the disappearance of a world becomes the form of passion, the manufacture of your every move. Worry not about the movement of thy body but the movement of thy soul towards an utopian world only reachable through the understanding that imperfection is the perfection achieved through the love of he who becomes love itself.

Be her, understand her, allow her to join you in world of passions for whose moves’ can only gain shape in an utopian land. The land in which raining king is LOVE and most devout advocate PASSION. Worry not about what will be… For you are already all that can be, for you have reached King love from knowing that even a peon too is King of LOVE.

On you go… Remember not what I say, but that Love and Passion reign your dance, for they too will reign her dance…

So…

[salsachinita]

.......................please continue, guys!

[danceguy]

We do apologize for the delay in finishing this story. At the moment we are calling an intermission, but rest assured that the faculty of DF Storytellers will be continuing this tale soon enough.

So, go get some popcorn, have a smoke, and look for the next chapter coming soon to a forum near you!

Regards,

ScorpionGuy

[danceguy]

NEWS FLASH!

Keep an eye open soon for the dramatic conclusion of the DF Fairytale Game! Will the heroic and handsome SD in his new fancy duds get to dance with the Mistress Salsachinita who leaves flames on the dance floor (and is his new suit jacket is fireproof?)?

Will he encounter any competition that the fates deem he must face in order to prove his dancing skills? Are his golden shoes made by Capezio? Does his Fairy Godfather always wear loud red pants? And what is the secret behind the magic purple hat?

Stay tuned to find out the tantalizing answers to these and more mysteries as this dramatic story comes to an end! :P

The Oracle of the Great Wind - ScorpionGuy

[youngsta]

:lol: :lol: This is the first time I've seen this thread! This is great!! :D

[danceguy]

You mean you never read the part with your cameo appearance? For shame! :roll: :shock: :D

Hmm...we may need to have you in the story again! :P ;)

SG

[MacMoto]

You mean you never read the part with your cameo appearance? For shame! :roll: :shock: :D

Hmm...we may need to have you in the story again! :P ;)

Yes, most definitely! His Sassy Hipness strikes again!

[MacMoto]

Come on writers, I've finished my popcorn and ice cream, and the suspence is killing me!

[Sakura]

Come on guys! Continue! Please?! Do I have to sick my Evil, Plot-Bunnies on you, or must one of us take up the torch? :D

The Intermission's gone on long enough!
We DFites are sick of the Excuses and Guff!
Will those Elven clothes come out soft and shiny?
Will Boriken shape up SD's hiney?
Is the Fair Mistress Salsachinita waiting in the land of OZ,
Or are her other Suitors taking up her Dancin' Cause?
Will the Cast of Character's stay forever on this eternal Coffee Break,
Or will the Fairy Godfather get them to get up and shake?
Does Sir Sassy Hipness descend down from the heights of Le Mile High,
Will an appreciative Audience in OZ, at the sight of a wonderful Dance, cry?
Hurry up and tell us, O Writer's of Script,
Else we take over and make our own Quips!

:wink: Come on!!! The ice cream's melting, the Smokes are burned up! My Rhyming is done, oh please get on with the Show!

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

[MacMoto]

http://www.dance-forums.com/smileys/images/sleeping.gif........ Still waiting.........


I just wanted to send this thread to the top of the forum so the story writers won't forget about it. :wink:

[danceguy]

Oh, I started the finale a while ago but haven't had the time to finish it. The whole story is in my head...just gotta sit and write it out! Please be patient...I'll get it to it one of these years...whoops I mean days. :D

SG

[Purr]

http://www.dance-forums.com/smileys/images/sleeping.gif........ Still waiting.........


Terrific thread...please continue with the story...

[Sakura]

I'll get it to it one of these years...whoops I mean days. :D

SG

:lol: :lol: :lol: I most certainly HOPE it's not years! :banana: Go SG! Write it out! (Who woulda thought? Cheerleading bananas.... =O_o= :wink: )

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

[danceguy]

NEWS FLASH! :D

Ok, this story is finally back on! Please ******* your memories of the first part of the tale which is back on page 3, and without further ado, the first installment of the conclusion of the DF Fairy Tale Game!

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[danceguy]

So…with his final blessing, the legendary Saint Boriken disappeared into the boundless abyss of the universe. The handsome young SD was left standing with his fairy Godfather, who was smiling from head to toe.

"Yikes, I've still got one wish left," said the young man. "Let's see now...what should I wish for?"

“A trip to Australia would be your best bet,” whispered the DM.

“Excuse me your lowness,” barked the young man. “These are MY wishes, to do with as I very well please. And the last thing I need, is for you to tell me what to do with them!”

“But just give me a moment to…” quote the DM.

“I’m not listening to you right now,” retorted the young man. “But let me think…I could wish for a magic carpet…or a million dollars….or how about a gold plated yacht?”

Suddenly a flash of lightning lit before the babbling young man, and to his surprise he found the DM Fairy Godfather standing enraged before him…his face blank and his eyes wide and agape.

“LISTEN ME YOU SILLY MORTAL! IF YOU DON’T WISH YOURSELF TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER, YOU WILL NEVER GET THERE TO MEET THE MISTRESS SALSACHINITA! YES, YOU HAVE THE CLOTHES, AND THE MOVES…BUT YOU ALSO ARE FLAT ASS BROKE! HOW THE BLOODY !#!@#!@#!@# HELL TO DO THINK YOU ARE GOING TO GET THERE? NOW STOP GOOFING AROUND AND MAKE WITH THE WISH!”

Stunned, shocked and a little dismayed…the young man finally realized how much of a ding-a-ling he had been.

“Ok then Fairy Godfather…for my last wish, I’d like an all expense paid trip to Australia…that is fair and humble, right?”

“Indeed it is my boy! Now then, just close your eyes for a minute…”

FLASH
WOW
BOOM
BAM
DITTLY
DAM
AND
DOESY

Upon opening his eyes, our young SD found himself in a strange world…where everyone called each other “mate” and ate a strange tar like substance called Vegemite. Sure enough, he was in the land down under, and he had arrived there in the flesh, not after an all night drinking binge that can get one there much faster.

Taking a good look at his fairy Godfather, our hero found that the ethereal being’s attire had changed. Instead of his anointed white cloak and wooden staff, he was wearing a snazzy red vest with a matching pair of pants…pants so loud, he could almost hear them talking. Upon his head with a rakish tilt sat a red felt hat with a single feather…and a golden chain hung around his neck.

“Dude,” whispered the young SD. “What in the heck is up with your threads?!?!”

“Pardon,” said the Godfather. “You don’t like them? I’ll have you know young man, that being ageless has its advantages…I’ve bagged more dames than you ever…”

All of the sudden, with a flash of smoke colored blue and pink, there appeared an attractive young woman of indeterminate age. She took one look at the Fairy Godfather and quickly slapped him across the cheek.

“Oh no you don’t my dear! Don’t you go polluting this young mortal’s mind with tales of your past. We all know about your dancing career and all those naughty things you did at those wild parties! Well let me tell you again buster, those days are over!”

“Yes dear,” said the DM very quietly. “My eyes are only for you.”

“Damn straight!” said his wife, laughing. “You see young SD, take a look at this girly figure! I happen to be about 1,000,000 years old, and I still got a body that makes men want to get naughty! You like?”

“Umm, yes, you’re quite attractive,” said the young man. “And no worries m’lady, I’ll make sure to keep this old coot in line for you.”

“Thanks dearie,” said the lady. “Now then, go get your butt to dancing!”

Blowing her husband a kiss, the strange woman disappeared, leaving a very red faced Fairy Godfather standing before the young man.

“Well then, that was most certainly embarrassing…now where were we. Oh yes…you were commenting on my clothes.”

“They’re fine I guess,” said the SD. “Just get rid of that necklace…you look like a pimp.”

“It’s settled then,” said the Godfather, quickly removing his 4 pound necklace. “Now then, we are near the club that is said to house this fair young lady, the Mistress Salsachinita…why don’t you take a looky look inside.”

Sweat beaded on the forehead of our gentle hero, and his mouth became dry. Suddenly his fairy godfather was gone…but with a surge of self-confidence young SD strode into the club. The music assaulted his senses…and yet it called to him as well. He felt his body start to groove to the Latin rhythm…and as he looked to the dance floor…there she was…she of his dreams…she who wore the shoes of a fallen star...

To be continued! :D

[MacMoto]

Finally...! Thanks SG :D

[Sakura]

I second MacMoto! Finally! But... :shock: It's over so soon!!!!!!! (But VERY funny! :lol: )

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

[SDsalsaguy]

Heya SK, long time no "see!" Great to see you back! And notice, the end og SG's post says "To be continued!", so it's not over yet! :D

[danceguy]

More will be coming soon SK! We've missed you around here! *hugs* :D

[Sakura]

Heya SK, long time no "see!" Great to see you back! And notice, the end og SG's post says "To be continued!", so it's not over yet! :D

Heh, heh, I *gladly* caught the TBC! :D

More will be coming soon SK! We've missed you around here! *hugs* :D

I've missed you all too!!!!! :) :cry: :) I've been so busy with school work, I've had almost NO time to be getting onto DF! I hope you all have been doing well!** Lots of love to you guys, and thanks for the warm re-welcoming!

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

(** My away update:
I just got my Tetanus shot today as well as two vials of blood drawn to test for Lupus, and/or Juvenile or Rheumatoid Arthritis (test results due back Wednesday and at latest Friday)... My body's just been dying on me in this past month.
-Every so often, my ankles, knees, hips, lower back, back of the neck, and the faschia (tendon on the very bottom of the food) on my right food have all been in very nearly constant pain/discomfort. We've had no idea what's wrong, or why all this is happening when I'm so young, so we went and got the blood taken for those tests today. I'm not worried though. 8) Chances for Rheumatoid are WAY low (no swelling/inflamation in my joints), and if it ends up being Lupus or JA, painkillers are there for that. =^_~= No chance of leaving dance!
--Speaking of which, I had two, KILLER dance lessons about two weeks ago (on consecutive Fridays), awesome work with Tango, Spins, and a bit of Salsa!!!!!!! :banana: :banana: It was a definite welcome relief from school.

Speaking of which, I now have a sine, cosine, tangent, and reciprocals of all of those poster to make for my Honours Pre-Calculus class to make now... :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: I'd rather be dancing... :wink:

Hope you all have been doing well! (Better than I as far as needles and massive amounts of homework go! :D )

Deja, l'amour de moi! (Again, my love!)

SK :kitty:)

PS- THANKSGIVING VACATION STARTS AFTER TOMORROW!!!!! :banana: :banana: :banana: So I'll get time to catch up with you all here on DF! :)

[pygmalion]

Good luck, SK. 8)

[Sakura]

Good luck, SK. 8)

*hugs* Thanks! :mrgreen:

SK :kitty:

[MacMoto]

Hi Sakura Kitty! :D I've been wondering how you are doing... nice to see you back! Hope the test results are okay. How's your salsa coming along?

[squirrel]

Hey, long time not heard from you! Nice to see you are back!

keep my fingers crossed for you!

[Sakura]

Thanks MacMoto, Squirrel! :D The test results should be back today, if not, by Friday. So, either way, we'll know soon!

As for my Salsa, MacMoto, like I said earlier, my last two dance lessons were American Tango dominated (My teacher doesn't know Argentine... :( *snaps fingers*), but at the last one, we did do a move he called, "5th position with arm loops," where we do a total of four 5th positions, and the last two involve the lead looping the female's arm over her head, and then vice versa. =^___^= Very fun!

I've been missing Salsa, but Tango's just SO much fun to me! So, maybe next time I'm there, besides reviewing all the Spin work we did (which I've been practicing at Swim Practice*), we can work on those two dances.

How goes all of your Salsa? =^_^=

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

*I'm the trainer, which means that I just make sure they don't try and kill themseves (i.e., when they get hurt, I take care of hem :wink: ), for anyone who isn't familiar with the term. But I have nearly nothing to do for two hours if they aren't hurting themselves or accidentally hurting each other, and when the pool deck gets a little bit wet, it provides a surface one can actually (carefully!) slide on! So I've been working for at least 5 minutes on Spins during most of my practices.

[MacMoto]

Sakura Kitty -- how are you and what did the test results say?

SG -- when's the next installment coming? I've got my popcorn/jellyfish ready! :lol: (courtesy of Sabor --> http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/spezial/Fool/popc.gif)

[Sakura]

Sakura Kitty -- how are you and what did the test results say?

SG -- when's the next installment coming? I've got my popcorn/jellyfish ready! :lol: (courtesy of Sabor --> http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/spezial/Fool/popc.gif)

Hooray for popcorn! =^__^=

Ah, yes! The test results! (I got so caught up with school I totally forgot to let you all know what had happened! =O_O=! Gomen! {Sorry})

The rheumatoid factor came back negative, so that was a definite relief, but inflamation levels were WAY high, so they took me off of all the ibuprofen they were having me take and have put me on a prescription anti-inflamatory (I have no painkillers now! =>_<=), and I'll get to go back after Christmas vacation to have my blood tested again.

If we go the "Magic 8-ball" route, odds are I have lupus. I was personally not familiar with lupus being anything but an unusual rash on the face -- a "wolf's mask" crossing from one cheek, over the nose, to the other, hence the name "lupus" -- but apparently it manifests itself in other ways, such as mysterious, unexplained, and sudden pain in joints: my case exactly. Also, my Grandma had it, so there's family history. I suppose we'll find out in a few weeks though. :roll: As if a little Lupus is gonna stop me from dancing!**

Thanks for reminding me MacMoto! *hugs* You rock!

Sakura Kitty :kitty:

**Of course, because Murphy of Murphy's Law adores me, now I will be be stricken with such a serious bout I shall be bed-ridden the rest of my days..... =O-o= Blarg. 8)

--For those that don't know, Murphy's Law is, "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong," and offshoots include the badly worded, "It's always in the last place you look." Ex: when you're trying to find a key on a keyfob with about 100 of them, it will be the 100th key on the fob that you need, and you will have gone through the other 99 to get to it.

[chachachacat]

Kitty, you're an inspiration to me -ill yet still dancing.
Love your litle white kitty!

[Sakura]

Kitty, you're an inspiration to me -ill yet still dancing.
Love your litle white kitty!

Thanks! You are a new DFer to me, so I want to say welcome to you chachachacat! =^__^= It's good to have new faces about.

To everyone on the updated, "What on earth is wrong with me?! :shock:," they decided I don't have Lupus! Yay! :banana: However, they still don't know why I keep getting joint pain, so they gave me stretches to loosen things up, which have helped my knees and hips. However, my lower back is now the major problem, so they want me to get a rolly-back pack and then come back to them if that, and the stretching, doesn't help. Rawr. :roll: Seems the more one wants answers, the fewer one gets. Must be why they invented dancing -- get one's mind off of these thigs. :wink: :lol: I think it's more fun to worry about finding one's balance so as not to fall on one's face while spinning than it is to worry about what's wrong with oneself!

And where's the next installment of this story!?!? :shock: I miss it so!!!!!

Sakura Kitty :kitty: