Echoes Of Retro

...Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can't help it...

'Ms Nicholson, you look amazing.'

'Cigar, Brett?'
'Michael. Be my guest. This must be Susanne.'
'Oh, so glad to meet you, Mr. Peterson'
'Brett. Just Brett. Amazing Necklace.'
'Oh, Brett, you're a darling!'
'I'm nothing in front of you, Susanne!'
'Oh, Brett, isn't that Mary?'
'T'is. May I be excused?'
'Why surely. Michael, I want to dance!'
'Of course!'

...Golden Days, golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then youth was mine
Then truth was mine...

'Fancy meeting you here, Ms. Hampton.'
'Indeed. It's Mary', she whispered,' don't make a fool of me!'
'How's Howard?'
'You're starting that again.'
'Shall we dance?'
'No!'
But he didn't listen and swayed the miss all around the hall.

Women with cigarettes and powder, men smoking cigars, playing pool (not to mention those expensive suits and Chanel dresses for the ladies). A beautiful sight.

... Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear...

'Not in front of the people, John.'
'People, people, that's all you think about!'
'I'm sorry. But everybody can see.'
'So? Enjoy life, Elizabeth.'
'Surely. Oh Shirley? Shirley, darling! This is a fine dress you're wearing!'
'Elizabeth! My goodness! Now this is a surprise!'
'Oh, you changed so much! They grow up so fast… Seems it was yesterday as you were calling me auntie. And now this!'
'Oh, Elizabeth, I can call you auntie still!'
'Oh... Ha... No, no, darling, that would make me feel old!'
'Ha... Elizabeth... Everybody grows old and only you grow young!'
'Pardon, ladies, that's Mr. Crayson, the owner of the party. I just must speak to him!'
'Oh sure, John!'
'Look at Mrs. Crayson. The poor dear looks so bad. Good Lord!'
'Elizabeth, I'm sure that your remarks are worthy. But I have to accompany Mr. Crowling.'
'Yes, yes. Quite sure, honey. Have fun.'
The old lady was sitting there smoking her cigarette, looking at people. She took a mirror, looked at herself. She couldn't help it, her hips swayed to the sound of that delightful jazz. Yeah... The piano... The singer looked almost like Marlene Dietrich. But it wasn't her. Elizabeth threw out her cigarette and she took the second one.
'Wine, Madame?'
'Why thank you.'
'Have a nice evening.'
He left, she held onto the wall. It was becoming hard to stand in high heels and smile.
'Jew.'

...Good for nothin'
Men are good for nothin'
I never saw a good one yet
Good for nothin'
Men are good for nothin'
And if you love him
Nothing's what you'll get! ...

'Oh what song, dearie!'
'About our husbands!'
'Oh, indeed, Maggie. I will come home now and start singing in front of him! Good for nothin'!'
'Invite me first!'
'Oh... Ha...'
'What a laugh!'


'Ladies and gentlemen!', said Mr. Crayson,' the song that opened this party will close it! Put your hands together for Falling In love Again!'

Applause.

...Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can't help it...

***
'No way, Mary I will do a party like that again! Themed parties are shit.'
'What the hell, man? I chilled.'
'Yeah. My brains are hacking out cause of that retro jazz shit.'
'Go to hell!'
'Bennassi! Now that's my kind of thing.'
'Yeah, man, I guess Bennassi's cool.'
'Mary, you're so old fashioned!'
'Bennassi. Push me. And then just hurt me. Til' I can get my satis-fuck-tion.'
'Stop it, M'. Not funny.'