TAKING A VIDEO BREAK

Trillion shifted the Boze headphones on his ears as Cinderella put the plates on the table.

"Dinner will be ready in a minute," she reported. She glanced over to see her husband whirling to something he listened to through the headphones. The Little Cinder Girl marveled at the technological inventions Trillion brought back with him when he finished a time travelling mission. While he tried to discourage bringing things back from the future, sometimes he bended the rules a bit. Cinderella decided she didn't mind so much as long as he put the borrowed things back and their friend, the Doctor, who was a Time Lord, didn't object.

"What are you listening to?" she asked. When her husband didn't answer, she tugged on his tunic sleeve. He opened his eyes, his losing himself in "Love Profusion" forgotten.

"What?" he asked, a little unkindly.

"I just wanted to know what you were listening to," Cinderella asked, not bothered by Trillion's snapping at her. She was used to the mercurial nature of male faeries.

"A musician from the future—her name's Madonna," Trillion supplied.

Cinderella frowned, saying, "There is a minstrel named after…well…"

Trillion caught where she was going with her question. "Yeah," he said. Gesturing to the wall where the fireplace was, he materialized a video screen. "This is…a tapestry of sorts, from the future."

Cinderella peered at a beautiful blonde woman with big eyes. She wore a shorter dress and was dancing on a beach. Flowers were gathering around her. She was singing some of the most interesting music the Little Cinder Girl had heard.

"Where are the musicians?" Cinderella wanted to know.

"They are…" Trillion started to explain, but then he stopped, saying, "well, bella mia, you'd never understand it. Just go with it…" Before Cinderella could reply, he grabbed her and started whirling to something called "Into the Groove". Cinderella faltered at first, but as she began to mimic her husband's steps, she found she enjoyed the strange dance he was teaching her. Something Trillion had told her was a "disco ball", (whatever that was), came down from the ceiling, and they continued to dance. The music changed to another musician—Trillion called her "Mariah Carey", and they danced to a song called "Someday".

The music changed again—they danced to a slower song—"Be My Baby".

When they had finished dancing, the disco ball and the video "tapestry" disappeared. Cinderella collapsed to a dining chair, totally exhausted, but laughing. Trillion flashed her his award-winning grin. After he served them their dinner, they settled down to eat.

"One thing for sure," Cinderella commented, "marriage to you will never be boring!"

The fey laughed, and they enjoyed their venison with vegetables even more.

THE END