Dancing with the Stars

Chapter 1

'Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."

Buddha

There are things you suspect, but admit it's true. The questions nagging at the back of your brain or left unanswered till you just can't stand it anymore. Truths that are never known but eventually come out.

Dancing with the stars is what she called it. It was what Kendall remember of his past life. It was a distant memory. All the parties he attended, too. The people he met were later told over coffee after meals. It was in his past that he was forced to leave. Francis always wanted to hear the stories of him dancing with the stars. Of Bob telling funny jokes and of Frank dancing with the ladies. She wanted to hear about the ladies that were all dressed up. What they wore, how they acted. I left because my true self almost spilled out and I couldn't have that happening. I left everything. Truth is that the very fabric of my way of life was coming undone. Kendall, Francis said, tell me again about George, Frank, and Bob. Tell me about the Celebrity Party. Was it as glamorous as they say? Yes said Kendall, there was limo after limo exiting and waving at the crowd that lined up to see who would go to the event of the year. Photographers flashed, the crowd screaming when the stars arrived. Kendall smiled, sipping his coffee. Kendall quietly said, I remember how beautiful she was that night. Wearing a fitted green off-the-shoulder dress. She wore a simple strand of pearls around her neck. The green may her eyes sparkle. She wore red lipstick, which works well with the dress. The white gloves that reach for my hand as she exits the car. She was beautiful that night. Kendall sipped his coffee and smile at Francis. We enter the opulent hotel it was lit spectator. She was awe at the beauty of it. The women in brilliant dresses and flashy jewelry. The men in formal tux were all heading to the ballroom. Thousands of massed white chrysanthemums and 10 foot high trees in massive Chinese Urns transform the ballroom into a classic oriental splendor. Silver candelabras holding slim 2 foot high moss green candles adorn the tables. The dance floor sparkling with gems flashing from above. Frances hung onto every word Kendall said. He indulged her it was a story of his past that he enjoyed and missed. Until he was forced to leave. He missed his life it was never the same afterwards.

A choice he made a promise gave.