Then the music startedagain and the disco lights rotated and Lila looked at him in a curious way. Itwas just a glance, and the disco light moved on but in just that moment henoticed what a beautiful pale blue her eyes were. They didn’t seem to match theway she talked or the way the rest of her looked either. Strange. Out of memory.They were like the eyes of some child.

The ale cans were emptyand he offered to get some more but she said, C’mon, let’s dance.

I’m no good, he said.

That doesn’t matter,' shesaid. Just do anything you feel like, she said. I’ll go along.

He did, and she did goalong and he was surprised. They got into a sort of a whirl thing. Going roundand round with the disco lights and they began to get into it more and more.

You’re better than youthink, she said, and it was true: he was.

GET DOWN TONIGHT…

GET DOWN TONIGHT

He was aware that peoplewere watching them, but all he could see was Lila and the lights whirlingaround and around.

Around and around. Andaround and around — red and blue and pink and orange and gold. They were allover the room and they moved across the ceiling and sometimes they shined onher face and sometimes they shined in his eyes — red and pink and gold.

DO A LITTLE DANCE…

MAKE A LITTLE LOVE…

GET DOWN TONIGHT…

GET DOWN TONIGHT

The hesitation was gone andthe ale and the music and the perfume from Lila took over and her pale blueeyes were watching him with that strange look of are you the one? and his mindkept saying to her yes, I am the one and this answer extended slowly into hisarms and hands where he held her and then into her body and she could feel itand she began to quiet down from her anger and he began to quiet down from hisawkwardness.