Weave a tale in which dance features. It can be a real life experience or plain fantasy where your feet and body come magically alive.
There was a problem with the car. It would lunge and ebb worse than the tide, and she had no choice but to book it into the garage.
They were very good, gave her a courtesy vehicle and kept it for a week to monitor the problem.
She collected it at the due time and drove home. They’d found nothing and all seemed well.
Next day, she was driving to work listening to music as normal, when it started playing up again.
She drove straight round to the garage and demanded to see the manager.
‘Three of my staff drove your car Miss Shelly, and couldn’t find anything amiss. Leave it with me though, I’ll drive it myself and see if I can find anything.’
‘Thank you.’ she said and took the bus into work.
Two days later, she was on the garage forecourt with a very confused manager and a new mechanic.
‘Let Chris ride with you Miss Shelly, and we’ll see if he can identify something we can’t.’
Chris got in the passenger seat, and she got behind the wheel,
‘Just drive normally Miss,’ he said. ‘Try to forget I’m here.’
‘Ok,’ she said, turned the key and set off.
Soon she heard soft snores and thought wonderful……. a mechanic asleep on the job.
She turned the stereo on and within minutes the car started to play up.
Chris sat up with a jolt.
‘See?’ she said. ‘This is what happens. What’s wrong with the damn thing?’
‘Pull over,’ he said, trying to keep a straight face.
When they were stationary, he said he knew exactly what the problem was, and started to laugh.
‘What’s so damn funny?’ she fumed.
‘Sorry Miss. The problem isn’t the car, it’s you.’
‘What? How dare you!’ she shouted.
‘Let me rephrase that. It’s the music you drive to Miss. You’re tapping your foot in rhythm, forgetting it’s on the accelerator. The car is simply responding. All you have to do is change the tape.’
‘Really? That’s it? How embarrassing.’
‘Not at all. As it happens, I have tickets for this particular band in concert next week. Would you like to go? Then we can foot tap and dance together.’ He grinned.
She flushed crimson.
‘I’d like that,’ she said coyly. ‘But you drive.’