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MYSTERY OF THE
TEXAS TWOSTEP
CHAPTER EIGHT:
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
Written by Rick
Archer
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Rick Archer's Note:
As I said in the
Introduction, a major purpose for writing
my books is my desire to share the events that led to my unshakeable belief
in Fate. However, rather than tell the
Reader what to think, my goal is to
encourage people to decide for
themselves what to think. Over the course of my
lifetime, I have been the beneficiary of
well over 100 unusual experiences. While there is no way to make
an ironclad case for the existence of Fate,
many of my 'Suspected
Supernatural Events' defy explanation given
our current scientific view of Reality.
My interest in
Fate began at age 5.
Recently I had sliced my left eye with
the tip of a
knife. It was my own fault.
I had been cutting a piece of rope by
pulling the knife towards me rather than
away. Getting impatient, I gave
the knife a big jerk and...
A year later my father
heard the bad news. Due
to a rare problem known as 'Sympathetic
ophthalmia',
the damaged eye would need to be
removed. Feeling sorry, my
father offered to take me to a carnival.
I could play any game I wanted for an
hour, then we would go watch a stock
car race at the back of the carnival.
As we neared the race track, I could
hear the cars warming up behind the
wooden fence. Just then
a sudden impulse
caused me to stop in my tracks. I
grabbed my father's hand and begged him
to let me play one more game. At
that exact moment a driver lost control
of his race
car. The giant vehicle broke through
the fence and missed
hitting me and my father by three feet.
Twenty feet later the car hit a telephone
pole and killed the driver. When my
father attributed our stunning good
fortune to the presence of my Guardian Angel,
the strangest thought crossed my mind.
If it was true I
had a Guardian Angel, then why didn't my
Angel speak up when I was cutting that
rope the wrong direction? My
intense curiosity about the invisible
angel who protected me one moment, but
not the other, sparked a
lifelong interest in the nature of Fate.
A series of
unusual events during my childhood
continued to nurture my curiosity, but
not always in a positive way. One
of the great mysteries of life is the
capacity of seemingly intelligent people
to commit colossal and quite
uncharacteristic acts of extreme
stupidity. I have already given
a personal example. My father had warned
me not to pull a knife towards my body.
In other words, I knew better. So
why did I forget? And why did my
Angel fail to plant a helpful warning in
my mind? That is when I had a dark
thought. Maybe I was deliberately
made blind and stupid because it was my
Fate to make that mistake.
Mistakes are made when the Warning System fails to
operate in a person's mind.
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Age 13, a vicious infection related
to my acne problem caused my face to swell to the
size of a balloon. This attack
took place overnight while I slept.
When I awoke, the pain from the swelling was intense.
In addition I looked like a monster.
Any mother in her right mind would have
screamed bloody murder and taken her
child straight to the doctor. Not
my mother. She waited four days.
This delay was a serious mistake.
Speed was of the essence. It took two years to get the acne under
control and my face was badly scarred in
the aftermath. It took me twenty
years to overcome the psychological
damage caused by my mother's profound
negligence.
Due to the
seriousness of this life-changing event,
I asked myself what would cause a mother
who was ordinarily conscientious about
my health to make such a catastrophic
mistake. Did someone temporarily
remove her common sense? This was
the birth of my 'Cosmic
Blindness' theory. For brevity's
sake, I will skip the many observations that
shaped my thinking and simply offer my
conclusion. If Fate does exist, then
certain events are destined to take
place. Some events will be strokes
of good fortune such as the timely
impulse that protected me from the race
car at age 5. Other events will
present serious obstacles, some of which
may cause great suffering such as losing
my eye or having my face scarred by acne. Why
would God lead us into suffering?
One possible answer is to teach us
something for our own good. As
Nietzsche so cleverly put it, "that
which doesn't kill us makes us stronger." And wiser too.
I have made three terrible, utterly
stupid mistakes in
my lifetime. I have never repeated
any of them.
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If Fate exists,
how would it be enacted? I
believe telepathic suggestions are periodically sent
to enable our success or to hinder it. Good ideas and
bad ideas. For
example, another blind and quite stupid mistake on my
mother's part led to a serious crisis in high school.
Her mistake caused me great suffering. Fortunately, at the moment of my worst despair, a woman I had
never met, but
had admired for nine years appeared out of nowhere to
restore my hope. Her intervention was so powerful and
so perfectly timed I believed I had witnessed a Miracle.
Unable to find a reasonable explanation for the
coincidence that brought this woman to my side, I believed
the Hidden Hand of God
had planted the idea to visit the store where I worked in
this woman's mind. In other
words, 'Cosmic Blindness' had caused my crisis and 'Divine
Intervention' had solved it. Two sides of
the same coin.
Over the years I have kept a
Supernatural List to keep track of the unusual
events that led me to reach my conclusions. As of
2025, my List contained 120 events. 5 were
labeled 'Ultra-Serious', 50 were
labeled as 'Serious', and the rest were
'Suspicious'. Some events were
beneficial, some led to misery, and every one of them
was way beyond ordinary.
Jennifer made
my list as Event #82. I believed there was a
strong possibility that I was 'Cosmically Blinded' as
a way to hide Jennifer in plain sight.
The moment Jennifer knocked on my door, I was stunned to see
the woman of my dreams standing before me. Considering
how lonely I was, I was perplexed to understand how such a
beautiful woman had
managed to stay off my radar for an entire month.
Those who believe in Fate are quite familiar with the term 'Timing
is Everything'. It crossed my mind that Fate had
deemed it necessary to postpone my awareness of Jennifer until
the moment we were destined to meet.
Jennifer's
mysterious appearance suggests a nuance. Cosmic
Blindness is not always a bad thing. It can be used
for a benign purpose such as Timing. It can be used to
make people forget things. For example, forgetting
your keys may cause a delay that works in your favor. However, in its darkest
form, Cosmic Blindness can be used to create tragic events
by temporarily eliminating a person's common sense at a key
moment, i.e. Cosmic Stupidity.
Mistakes are made when the Warning System fails to
operate in a person's mind.
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I do not
think that every moment of our lives is
predetermined. However I do believe certain
events are meant to be. For example, the specific
moment when an important person enters our life is
scheduled ahead of time. There are
billions of people in this world, most of
whom we will never meet. But there
also important people. Some are
villains, some are mentors, some like
Victoria are both. The important
people are scheduled to enter our lives.
For example, there is the Hindu adage, 'The
Master will appear when the student is ready.' If it is true that Jennifer's
entrance was 'predetermined', then perhaps my
awareness of her existence was deliberately blurred by
the Force of Fate. If
my hunch is correct, this would serve as an example
of how Cosmic Blindness can be used to create
exact timing.
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Some say a Coincidence is a small miracle
where God prefers to remain anonymous. The
problem is that not all Coincidences are created
equal. When it
comes to matters involving things we cannot see such
as the existence of God and the existence of Fate,
there will always be room for Doubt. Take
Jennifer for example. Do you actually think
some odd quirk like not noticing Jennifer for a
month was enough to convince me that Fate exists?
Of course not. The probability was not 'Suspicious'
enough.
Even with
remarkable Coincidences, there will still be
room for doubt. However there is something
known as 'Cumulative Effect'. For example, Jennifer's
month-long 'Invisibility' is one of three 'Hiding
in Plain Sight' stories on my List of 120 Events.
The more times something weird happens, the easier is to
develop Faith. That is why I keep my List of Suspected
Supernatural Events. Just like most people,
I can overlook an isolated incident. All I have to do
is call it a fluke and forget about it. However, when
weird things keep happening over and over, my level of 'Doubt'
shrinks due to
a preponderance of Circumstantial Evidence.
I do not require
that my Readers agree with my belief in Fate. Nor do I
expect my Readers to agree that certain events are
Predestined. Think what you like. All I want is
for you to walk
in my shoes and try to see what led me to reach my
conclusions. If you decide I am full of guacamole,
that's okay. I think my stories can be enjoyed
regardless of personal beliefs.
We will
return to the subject of Cosmic Blindness in future
chapters.
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RICK ARCHER'S LIST OF
SUSPECTED SUPERNATURAL EVENTS
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Suspicious |
Perfect Timing
Cosmic Blindness |
1979 |
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When Jennifer appears out of nowhere to help with
the Clear Lake Seven, Rick wonders if his eyes were blinded so this beautiful woman
could hide in plain sight for a month. Timing is Everything. |
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Ultra Serious |
Coincidence
Lucky Break
Act of Kindness |
1968 |
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Mrs. Ballantyne fails to notice Rick at SJS for 9 years only to
magically appear during the most serious crisis of his life. The
ensuing conversation in the grocery store parking lot gives Rick the
hope to carry on.
Deeply unsettled by her unexpected appearance, Rick begins three years
of questioning the nature of Reality |
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Serious |
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness |
1968 |
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Rick's Mother forgets about child support, gets blind-sided into buying
a house she cannot afford.
As consequence, Little Mexico drives Rick to the point of madness
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Serious |
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness |
1964 |
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Rick's mother
mysteriously fails to take him to doctor following his serious acne
attack. Her delay initiated Rick's Epic Losing Streak with women,
a span that would last 20 years. Many years later this acne crisis
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Serious |
Coincidence |
1955 |
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A sudden impulse to play an arcade game saves Rick and his
father from Death at Stock Car accident. When his father suggests
a Guardian Angel was responsible for that message, Rick's interest in
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Suspicious |
Coincidence
Strange Accident |
1954 |
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Rick cuts his
eye out by foolishly pulling knife in wrong direction when his mother
calls out at the worst possible time. By coincidence, Rick's
father lost one of his eyes at the same age.
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TUESDAY, September
4, 1979
THE PHONE CALL
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I spent
Monday night at Jennifer's apartment. After a
parting kiss on Tuesday morning, September 4, I
raced home. I was dying to know what Victoria had decided about her
marriage during her talk with Michael over the
weekend.
When the phone rang at 8 am, I was
certain it was Victoria. However, when I got
to the phone, I realized it was my business line,
not the unlisted home phone. That's odd.
Why so early? Curious, I
picked up. "Hello,
this is Rick Archer."
"Good morning, Rick, I am glad I caught you.
I called you yesterday, but I guess you weren't
home."
I did
not recognize the female
voice.
"I'm
sorry, ma'am, it's early. Who is this?"
"This is Sandy."
Sandy who?? I
was exhausted from the long weekend. It was Jennifer's fault. Not that I minded.
"Uh, Sandy,
please forgive me, but I haven't had my
coffee yet."
"You
don't
remember me? I hired you to teach Disco classes
here at the Meyerland Club back in April.
Everyone enjoyed that class so much. By
the way, I called yesterday. Did you get
my message?"
"I'm
sorry. I was out of town and I just got home a
few minutes ago."
I fibbed
because I was
embarrassed to have forgotten Sandy's identity.
When she mentioned the
Meyerland Club, now I remembered.
Earlier this year Joanne helped me teach a
Disco class
at Meyerland. The class was on Sunday evenings.
It lasted from April
to June. Although the class had ended just two and
half months ago,
it seemed like a million years. Apologizing
profusely, I asked how I could help. Another Disco
class perhaps? I crossed my fingers.
Sandy said,
"I am
calling to say we want you back to teach more
lessons starting this coming Sunday evening. Are
you available?"
I
smiled. Just what I hoped for. As
everyone knows, we hear what we want to
hear. I vividly remember my first
thought. 'Great!', I
thought to myself, 'I know plenty of new Disco moves.'
I replied, "That sounds like fun,
Sandy. I would enjoy teaching your group again."
"Can you teach on Sunday evenings
starting at 6 pm
just
like last time?"
"Yes,
Sandy. My
Sunday evenings are free at the moment."
With that, I
frowned. My Sunday evenings were free due to Victoria's
Karate Chop at Annabelle's
nine days ago.
The distressing loss of Annabelle's was
a major
reason why I felt Disco would be leaving my life soon.
Hopefully Victoria would leave too. That would sure make
things easier with Jennifer. Sandy's good news about
a Disco class gave
me a ray of hope. This opportunity would be
my last hurrah, a final chance to enjoy teaching Disco
before the curtain came crashing down.
(In
Hindsight, that Karate Chop became what I refer to
as a Silver Lining. As I keep saying, Timing
is Everything. If I had not been free on
Sundays, this conversation could very well have
taken a different direction. But let's not get
ahead of our story.)
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Sandy
quickly replied, "That
is wonderful, Rick! But let's change things
up. For this next class, we want to learn how to Country dance."
I stopped
breathing. Did she say
Country??? Oh, no. I did not
see this coming.
Talk about
Blind-sided!
My heart sank. Please don't ask me to
teach Country dancing. Ugh. Anything but that.
Oddly enough, Sandy's phone call was absolutely the first
request for Western lessons I ever received. Was I
excited? No! I was horrified! Filled with disgust, I almost
turned her down. However, a drowning man
cannot be choosy. He grabs
whatever life ring is thrown his way. I hesitated
and took a long breath. I wanted to continue
teaching dance more than anything I had ever wished for
in my life. Teaching Country-Western would be a
serious downgrade from Disco. However, looking at it a
different way, it would beat returning to my
previous job as a child abuse investigator.
Sensing my
hesitation, Sandy interrupted my thoughts. "You
do know how to teach Country-Western Dancing, don’t you?"
To my
surprise, my lips moved without my permission.
"Of course I do! I like teaching
Country-Western!"
Having just
told the biggest lie of my life, I went into shock. Did I really say what I just
said?? I felt like some sort of survival
mechanism had forced me to say those words against my will.
Thank goodness Sandy could not see me turn red with shame. Considering how
much I despised Country-Western, I could not believe what I
had just said. Was I even capable of pulling this off?
Maybe. After all, I had done it once before. Memories of 'Fake it till you Make it'
from the early days of Disco
Past came flooding in. If I could find a
teacher, sure, I could pull it off. Ignoring the wave
of
nausea caused by the thought of teaching Country, I plunged forward.
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"I am no
expert at Country dancing, Sandy, but I am learning [another lie].
Tell
me more about what you are looking to do."
Sandy replied
that
her friends were all abuzz about the new Urban Cowboy
movie.
Sandy pointed out it
was due to hit the silver screen sometime next year,
then added the movie was being preceded by an
amazing fashion trend towards all things Western.
At this, Sandy giggled.
"I've been a
bad girl, but I'm not alone. My
girlfriends and I have been unable to resist buying
complete outfits from the new western attire. Now that we have all
these fancy new clothes, we have decided our November
Gala here at the Meyerland Club needs a country-western
theme. What do you think about that?"
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What did I
think? I thought Sandy had lost her mind. To be
honest, I had no idea
what Sandy was talking about when she brought up the subject
of 'new western attire'. I would later learn
the new Fall fashions anticipated a early surge of interest
in the Urban
Cowboy western theme. Maybe these
gaudy new outfits had something to do with this unexpected
interest in Western dancing. Be that as it
may, I was in shock. Considering how much I despised
Country-Western, what kept me from hanging up? Good
grief, I had lied through my teeth to this woman. But
why? I knew the answer to that. I was a man who
knew he was about to lose his job. I figured any
last-minute rainy day money I could get my hands on would
help during the tough times ahead.
"Sounds
like a good idea, Sandy. Country-Western dancing is
definitely the coming thing."
"Yes, exactly!"
Sandy exclaimed. "Doesn't a country-western class sound like fun?"
Fun? About
as much fun as a funeral. Hmm, maybe it will be my funeral.
Feeling a potential heart attack coming on, this
phone call might just be the death of me. Cause of death...
Urban Cowboy. Oh my God, my worst
fears are
finally here! Now that the menace of
Urban Cowboy was knocking on my door, I felt
sick.
I already hated this movie way more than I had ever hated
anything in my life and it had not even been released yet.
I groaned at the thought of all the misery headed my way.
Realizing I was
lost in thought, Sandy got impatient and resumed.
"Someone suggested we best get a head-start on the dancing,
so that's why I am calling you. Do you like to teach Country?"
I paled at
her question. Damn it, Sandy had me pinned with that one.
I swallowed hard
and offered a half-hearted endorsement. "It's okay.
I will miss Disco, but I'm getting used to
Country dancing just like everyone else."
Stupid of me to
hedge. Sensing my reluctance, Sandy pounced. I recall
her
next words
clear as day.
"Are
you
sure
you know how to teach Country Dancing?"
I swallowed
hard. If I hesitated
again, I was dead. It was now or never.
"Why,
yes, of course I do!"
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I cringed with
shame. Full of guilt, my nose grew so long I
could have hung a sign on it. Truth be told, the sum
total of my
experience was limited to a 20-minute visit to a honky-tonk
called
the Cactus Club. One night in June after our Disco
lesson at Meyerland, Joanne had persuaded me to join her at
the Cactus Club. In my opinion, the
dancing was so primitive it did not deserve to be called 'dancing'. Mostly
it looked like a bunch of drunk people holding each other
up. Why only 20 minutes? I was so
disgusted I could not stay any longer. Afterwards I vowed never to visit a Western club again.
As things stood, I
did not
have the first clue how to teach someone to dance
Country. Besides,
based on what I had seen at the Cactus Club,
there wasn't anything to it. But I wasn't about to
tell that to Sandy. This phone call might actually be the only
chance I would ever get to extend my teaching career. In
the desperate hope there might be more to Western
dancing than I had seen so far, I
was willing to go out on a limb.
Fortunately
Sandy did not pick up on my lie. She replied, "I
am
so glad to hear you say that. A couple ladies in my group asked around
but couldn't find anyone. That's when I suggested you."
My voice
continued to operate on automatic pilot. "Uh, thank
you, Sandy, I really appreciate that."
To be honest, I
could not believe I was having this conversation.
There was nothing to teach. And what about
the music? Just thinking
about kicker music left me nauseous. Oh please
don't make me do this.
My hatred of country was so intense, I began working up the courage to say
"forget it". However, Sandy's next words
made me pause.
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"Rick,
I need to ask. Would the price be the same?"
Although
every bone in my
body wanted to hang up, the sudden temptation to see how much
this job would pay made me hesitate.
"I'm
sorry, Sandy. Like I said, I haven't had my
coffee yet. To be
honest, I don't remember what I charged last April. What was our previous arrangement?"
"The last time you were here you charged $5
per
person. I thought that was reasonable. Would the
same price be okay?"
At this
juncture, I made a critical mistake. Like I said, people hear what they want
to hear. I am no different. When I heard Sandy answer "$5
per person",
I assumed she was asking for a one-time Crash
Course lasting an hour.
As much as I hated Western,
I suppose I could
manage a one-hour Crash Course. Joanne had shown me
some weird dance called 'Cotton Eyed Joe' at
the Cactus Club. Maybe that would be enough.
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"Um, forgive
me for asking, Sandy, but how many people do you think you might
have?
"Oh,
I suppose 40,
maybe even 50 people. This upcoming Gala is
getting a lot of people involved."
40 to 50 people? Really? That was
$200-$250 for an hour of teaching. Hmm.
That was a lot of money for one hour. I took a
deep breath as I tried to screw up my courage.
The thought of committing to something I knew
nothing about scared me out of my wits. Was it
possible to fake my way through one evening knowing
next to nothing?? Hmm. Another pause to
think it over. Hmm again. Oh,
heck, of course I could do this. Teach 'em the Cotton
Eyed Joe, tell a few jokes to kill time, I suppose I could fake my way through anything for an hour. Figuring I should
be able to bluff my way through a one-hour lesson, I
surrendered.
Feigning
confidence as best I could, I uttered the immortal words. "Sure,
Sandy, I
can teach your class."
Just then a little birdie
told me I might have
misunderstood. Panic-stricken, I hastily asked a
follow-up question. "Uh,
what
night did you have in mind to do this??"
"Sundays, of course."
"No, I
knew that. But which Sunday do you want me to
come out?"
"I
think you misunderstood. For heaven's
sake, we want an eight-week course. Our gala is in November.
That gives us enough time for
eight lessons just like you did with Disco back in
April. I'm serious. My ladies are going nuts
over
this. They can't wait to wear their new outfits!"
Eight
weeks? I nearly had a seizure.
Oh my God. What have I gotten myself into??
My head throbbed with pain as contradictory thoughts
collided violently in my mind. 50 people
times $40 a person... $2,000!! I gasped. Oh
my goodness, that was more money than I made in a month at
my old child welfare job. On the other hand, where on
earth was I going to find 8 hours of material? As
things stood, I did not know enough to cover one hour, much
less eight. My panic was so intense my heart was doing
all sorts of weird palpitations. Did I have
the courage to take this offer? Actually, there was a better
question. Did I have the courage to turn down $2,000?
No No No! Given that Disco was on its death bed, I had just
been given the chance of a lifetime to see if Western dancing
could replace Disco. This might be the only way I
could extend my career as dance teacher, something I loved
doing with a passion. Besides, I was sure I could find a teacher.
For that reason I said yes. My pulse was racing.
This had to be the biggest and craziest gamble I had ever taken in my
life.
"That's
wonderful!" Sandy replied. "But I need a favor."
My heart stopped
beating. Now what? "Uh, sure, what would that be?"
That is when Sandy threw
me a truly wicked curveball. "You
said your Sundays are free. Can you start this
Sunday??"
I gasped.
This coming Sunday?!
No way! Barely able to whisper, I asked, "Why so soon, Sandy?"
"The
Gala is the second Saturday in November. If we start
immediately, that gives us 8 Sundays. But the real
reason we want to start so soon is my gals. These
crazy women have bought thousands of dollars of
Country-Western clothes and they can't wait for
November to show off. They want to turn this coming
dance lesson into an Oscar de la Renta fashion
show!"
Feeling thoroughly befuddled, I
replied,
"What does Oscar de la Renta have to do with Country-Western dancing?"
"Where have you been? Didn't you read the
article in last week's Houston Chronicle Style
section?"
"Uh, no, Sandy, I must have missed it. What did it
say?"
"A woman's fashion article predicted
Urban Cowboy will be the biggest thing to hit Houston
since the Astrodome. Famed designer Oscar de la Renta was quoted in the article, 'Thank heavens
Texas women love beautiful clothes. They are a
beacon of what is wonderful about America!' Oscar has designed the most amazing outfits in honor
of the coming trend in Country-Western attire. And
guess what? I just bought one of
Oscar's most beautiful dresses! I intend to wear it
to your class on Sunday!"
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I shook my head
in disgust. These people don't care about western dancing,
they just want an excuse to wear their new clothes. This was
beyond ridiculous.
Glancing at a
calendar, I replied, "There are 9 Sundays between now
and November 10. Why not wait a week?"
"Yes, but we
have a fashion show scheduled at the club for Sunday, October 7th, so we
need to skip that week. Besides, the
girls are so excited they want to start as soon as
possible. That means we need to start this
Sunday! If we start now, that gives us two
full months to learn how to dance before the November Gala."
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My anxiety was
overwhelming. My heart was racing, my knees were weak. If we start this coming Sunday, I would only
have five days to learn something I
had never done in my life. With no teacher, no
experience and little time, I would be so far out on a
limb, my chance of success was next to nothing.
Sensing my hesitation
yet again,
Sandy dropped the bomb.
"I'm
sorry, Rick, but is this too short a
notice? If it is, I have another person on my list
I can call."
Damn this
woman!!!
Sandy had to be fibbing! But did I dare call her bluff?
No!
I would never be able to live with myself if she did indeed
call someone else. Not only did I need the money, I
believed
there was a strong possibility the Universe was handing me this
opportunity for a reason. People do not always get second chances.
My mind wandered back to the
memory of Katie, the girl who got away
because I waited too
long to get her phone number. Sometimes you only get
one shot. This phone call might be that one chance.
For that reason, I would be foolish to ask for a
postponement. Recalling my days as the Great
Imposter, I suppose I could take things one week at a time. Find enough material to get
through this coming Sunday, then take my chances from there.
"Uh, okay, Sandy,
it's short notice, but this coming Sunday evening will work. I will see
you at 6 pm, just like last time. Right?"
"Yes,
Rick, that is correct, 6 pm this Sunday. Well, good, that is that! I am
so excited! We will see you this Sunday."
I was in shock
when I hung up. Do eight hours of Country dance material
even exist? Based on what I had seen at the Cactus Club, I doubted it. More like
8 minutes. Nevertheless, I guess it wouldn't hurt to start
learning how to Western dance. I would
have to find a teacher and pray there was more to Western
dancing than the Cotton Eyed Joe plus that ridiculous
dance they call the Texas
Twostep. I had heard a rumor about something
called the Redneck
Polka, but had no idea what they were talking about.
Despite having no idea what I had gotten myself into, I was
not as angry at myself as I should have been. Deep
down I did not want to give up teaching dance. Nothing
had ever given me quite so much satisfaction. No
matter how disgusted I felt at the moment, surely teaching
Western dance would be better than teaching no dance at all.
Or would it? There was no guarantee that this would
work. But I would never forgive myself if I did not at
least try. And so, thanks to Oscar de la Renta, I
embarked on the
riskiest gamble of my entire life.
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Suspicious |
Lucky Break |
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When the Meyerland Club opportunity falls into Rick's lap, the offer is
too lucrative to turn down. Rick accepts the offer despite his distaste
for all things Western and lack of knowledge. And so the Crazy Gamble begins. |
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