Poetry Of Motion
Dirty Dancing :Havana Nights Lovestory
Notes:This is set in the future, like today, but it`s still the same stoyline.I don't own Dirty Dancing(But I love both movies!)
Hi. I`m Shelby. Now I know what you`re thinking. Why would you run away ...and to Cuba? Well, 2 reasons.1) It was the cheapest flight at the airport and 2) the only other language I speak is Spanish. At least, that`s why I tell people. The real reason was because I felt Havana held some sort of future for me. And it did. But I`m not saying what. That`ll ruin the story.
The early Cuban morning is great. Warm sunny.I took in my new surroundings like nothing. I paused at a resturant for ;unch and accidentally ran into this super hot waiter, knocking over the glasses on the plate. "I`m so sorry." I said I`d pay for them but the manager wouldn`t have it. I ordered, ate and then tipped the waiter-alot. He pulled me aside."Le pagamos. Por mucho. You overpaid. By a lot""no. Esa es la punta. Para pagar las gafas que se rompió. (No. That's your tip. To pay for the glasses I broke)""No necesito tu caridad. (I don`t need your chairty)""No es caridad, si se va a su jefe(It's not charity if it goes to your boss)" I snapped."Demasiado dinero aquí para las gafas de todos modos(Too much money here for the glasses anyway)""tener algo para ti(Take some for yourself)""Yo ya dije que no necesitan obras de caridad(I already said I don't need charity)""No es caridad. Considere la posibilidad de que la cortesía de América(It ain't charity. Consider it American courtesy)""multa(Fine)" he mumbled. I left before I saw him smile.
