Once upon a time, there were two young girls. The older one was named Claire and the younger one was Kate. They grew up on a farm on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi and happily rode their go-cart, jumped in cotton, climbed in trees, roller skated on the porch, tortured their younger brother, and did all the other care free things that farm girls do.
The girls went to school in a town nearby. The school was small and mean. The girls tried to fit in at the school by wearing large bows in their hair and baggy gap jeans and oversized polo shirts. Claire even cut very small bangs on her forehead in the hopes that she, too, could have pinwheel bangs, like all of the mean girls at school. Kate was more refined and did not consider bangs, but both girls knew that they would fit in if only they could do one thing: DANCE.
So they decided to learn. The girls signed up for a jazz dance class once a week. Their teacher was small and thin and smoked cigarettes during class and complained about her husband and her children. She instructed the girls to do twirls and leaps and jumps and spins, but never paid attention to their form or their positions. Her lack of focus prevented her from noticing that Claire and Kate were consistently twirling in the wrong direction.
Eventually the time came for the girls to have their first recital. They were decked out in their jazz dance finest, with leggings and gloves and frilly collared tank tops. They waited on stage and as the music began they started to twirl and shake and dance, dance, dance...in the wrong direction and without any rythmn. They crashed into their classmates with wreckless abandon. They twirled back and forth, flailing their arms. They were the dancing queens! And then, suddenly, the room went dark and all you could see of the girls were their glow in the dark outfits, twirling and twirling....
Sadly, the girls never really learned to dance in a sychronized fashion. They did grow up to be quite ravishing and after many nights of dancing to bands in New Orleans clubs, they got rhythm, but not coordination. They also collected fabulous costumes, which they wore throughout the years with wigs and glitter and boas and platform boots. But none could hold a candle to the glow in the dark costumes of their youth.
