Olivia Newton John – A True Story

I was impressed. She swam with dolphins! Could I be Olivia? I wrapped a white headband around my knotted mane, hoisted leotards and leg warmers over my limbs, then dropped the needle. Toes tapped in place. Dolphin. Guitar. Waves. Drum. Dolphin. Guitar. Waves. I shook my hips sideways, remembering moves from kindergarten dance class, mostly bland choreographies plucked from a book. I could do better. I held my breath and waited for her to start singing. One. Two. Three. Across the room I bounded in cartwheels, belting along. Imaginary dolphins at my side, ocean waves too.