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Presenting the heart-throb boy band of the 1910’s – American Quartet. Although without YouTube and MTV, or even the Ed Sullivan Show, could these four men really have been heart-throbs when their fans rarely saw them live? Their popularity stemmed from their vocal capacity and catchy tunes. Although the one on the far right has a smoldering sensuality, IMHO.

One of my Facebook writing groups prompts us to post tidbits from our WIP (works in progress) related to a theme. Most recently, #FunFursday, focused on incorporating the senses. Today’s theme is FOOD and taste. I have already written a post around some early descriptors of food in my WIP (see Mealtimes), so today I decided to share a prior prompt for #FunFursday related to SOUND.

Sounds provide sensory detail to a story’s setting and emotions. I stumbled upon the American Quartet while researching for a fun dance tune that would get my main character’s toe tapping. I found it with “Everybody Two-Step.” Take a listen and tell me if you were able to keep your toes still: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aC5fhcXFFWw

I incorporated the light-hearted tune into this scene:

The pianist in the corner of the dining room seated himself for a late evening of sing-along-tunes played on phonographs across the country. The tinkling of the keys started in on the American Quartet’s newest favorite, Everybody Two-Step. Eliza’s white Italian boot began to tap to the rhythm beneath the white skirted table. Such frivolity. She never tapped her toe to music with Patrick. Harrison felt her foot move beneath the cloth and stood up from the table. He spun around on his heel in front of her, the tails of his dinner jacket swinging in a wide arc, as the song rounded into the chorus’ second refrain. 

He held out his hand to her as he slurred, “Come my girly-girl, let’s do a two-step and I shall twirly-twirl you about the room.” The brazen, loud declaration and his pull on her hand sent the four men seated to their left into a roar of laughter and applause. Eliza’s neck and cheeks reddened like an over-ripe tomato wilting under a pulp of inner weight. 

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