Just Dance
Oh man, what a stressful day! A note to all you poor overworked PAs out there, never, I repeat, NEVER let your boss build a metal suit to fly around in. It will only cause you stress and worry among a long list of personal grievances. Today my dear boss, Tony Stark, decided that it would be a good idea to test out his improved repulsor ray on the recently restored Shelby. I was rather upset, it was one of my favorites after all. He apologized of course but then went right back to tinkering. Men and their toys. I sighed and went to my car to head home. My elbow brushed against something on the dash as I strapped in. As I got on the freeway, my favorite song came on the radio. I hummed along and when it got to the chorus I belted a few lines. I heard a soft chuckle from no where. I looked around a few times but shook it off as the wind being extra loud. I continued my singing. Now I'm not a very good singer but I try, right? When the song ended I turned the radio down again. Suddenly Tony's voice rang out from somewhere.
I nearly drove off the road.
"I didn't know you even liked Kelly Clarkson, Ms. Potts." Oh my God. I mist have hit the speed dial on the dash with my elbow. I was almost banging my head against the steering wheel.
"You weren't supposed to hear that. Good bye, Tony." I jammed my finger into the button to the sound of Tony roaring in laughter…
After a well deserved hot shower and some leftover Chinese, I plunked on the couch and flipped on the tv. Oh goody, Big Bang Theory was one of my favorites. Oh... damn, I'd seen this one a billion times. Ah well, I settled in for the half hour of nerdy comedy that so reminded me of the guys down in R & D.
Somewhere between The Wheel of Fortune and Two and a Half Men the phone rang. I always get nervous when the phone goes off around here. I'm always expecting Tony to have called saying he needed bail money or worse, Rhodey calling to tell me Tony had been injured and needed help. Or, considering what happened in the car hours before, To y calling to get an encore performance. Luckily it was none of the above, just my sister who had recently moved from our former home in Kansas to Malibu. We chatted for a while about how she was liking Malibu and her young daughter, my niece, Julia. Julia was five years old and absolutely adorable. She loved animals and anything the color pink. She was everything I would have wanted my daughter to be if I had the time to... well, you know...
Anyway.
After a few minutes of chatter my sister sheepishly told me the reason she called. She was going to a huge marketing convention and had no one to watch Julia on Saturday because her husband was also out of town. Out of the country really, as he was in the Marines. I happily agreed to take Julia, she could hang at my place for the day and we could go to the park, whatever she liked. My sister thanked me heartily and before she hung up said,
"Just a warning... she insists on bringing that new game of hers with her, I think it's called Just Dance or something like that."
After I hung up, I was a bit confused. What the hell was Just Dance? A quick Internet search informed me that it was a popular game for the Wii. You watched a figure on the screen and copied it's movements. Points were awarded on how well you copied the dance. The website said it was best played with two people and kids under ten were advised to play with an adult because some of the slightly suggestive moves. Oh boy...
When Saturday rolled around I was excited to see Julia but not particularly enthralled with this video game. Sure enough as soon as she was in the door of my apartment she pulled out the cursed game. She smiled hugely showing off her dimples. She then pulled out a second game case.
"Look Aunt Virginia, I even have Just Dance 2!"
Yay.