The Exotic Dancer

My sister has a game called The Writer's Toolbox Game. The object of the game is to write a short story. At the beginning of the game, each player draws a stick with a sentence on it. That is the first sentence of our story. We write for 3 minutes, then draw another stick which is used to continue the story. We write for 3 more minutes, then draw another stick, and have 3 minutes to finish the story. All sticks are drawn randomly. At the end we read our stories. The results can be funny or interesting. This is my story.

The Exotic Dancer

After only two months, Helen decided to become an exotic dancer. The previous two months she had tried River dance but it was too rigid having to keep her upper body stiff while only moving her legs. Her whole body wanted to move. She kept messing up the neat line of River dancers. There they were in perfect unison tapping out a complex rhythm and she would throw it off with her added arm movements and wiggles. Her fellow dancers complained and her dance instructor recommended she learn another style of dance. Exotic dancing sounded interesting. She didn't know anything about it. She assumed it was a dance that came from a tropical place, like Hawaii.

Imagine her surprise the first day she walked into her exotic dance class. On Tuesday, she asked her new dance teacher a most peculiar question. "What is this pole for? Is it for those who don't have a dance partner?"

Her teacher gave her a funny look. She was standing behind the counter, giving her this root beer-float kind of smile. "Helen, have you ever seen someone do exotic dancing before?" her teacher asked.

"No, I had never heard of it before last week when I read it in a list of dance styles offered in a brochure. But I can learn any type of dance, don't worry. I'll work hard." Helen was afraid of being kicked out of another dance class.

A short time later Helen joined a group of other girls. She was surprised at how scantily dressed they were. At least there were no men around! The teacher called the class to order and started some music. Helen watched the other girls, not quite sure what to do. She became confused at the girls' body movements. As they removed what little clothing they were wearing Helen became shocked. She wanted no part of this. She ran out of the building with a very red face. This was not the dance for her.

The End

The 3 sticks I drew were:
1. After only two months, Helen decided to become an exotic dancer.
2. On Tuesday, she asked her teacher a most peculiar question.
3. She was standing behind the counter, giving her this root beer-float kind of smile.