3.07a Shoot for the Stars

The sun shone so gaily on top Mount Olympus
With only the fluffy clouds, nary a nimbus.
Joining her Sisters, and humming, did Clotho
Feel quite optimistic while sipping her cocoa.

The Three had sat down, a deep heart-to-heart,
And found the conclusion that seemed the most smart:
To scrap all their plans that Rory and Jess
Should keep rather close. It just caused them stress.

Decided the Fates that, rather than fix
By adding more friendship to volatile mix,
That they would allow the two to be sour
Until the right time, the true zero hour.

The interim, they could trivialize.
Right now must the Fates just focus on prize.
In deep-seated anger they'd let the two stew.
They'd much more important work that they should do.

So, to the soft thread that guided Shane's heart,
In effort her path of six months to now chart,
Did Clotho a dollop of yellow apply.
With yellow, and knowledge, the thread did drip dry.

Then nodded Lachesis, as plans did she sketch.
"Disasters aside, we're in the home stretch!
We've only six months 'til they graduate.
Then she'll go to Yale and, he, Golden State."

Atropos then clapped and then she chimed in,
As thoughts of the future did fashion her grin,
"And then when we deem the timing is right
They both will come home on some Christmas night!"

Atropos then swooned, as hopeless romantic.
(The Sister most blessed with flair for dramatic.)
And danced did Atropos—her tunic did swirl—
While scenes came to mind of boy and of girl.

The others then nodded and wryly agreed
"A Christmas together is what they'll both need.
But not quite yet, Sister. We've more work to do.
They'll grow that much more, by time that we're through.

"This Rory from Jess still needs a distraction
So let's give her reason to get into action.
Let's say a dance partner her mother won't find
And then the dear daughter must take part in kind…"

'Twas early that week the Gilmores got hopping
To head into Hartford for serious shopping.
The two, in consignment and second-hand stores,
Did shop for some bargains on clothes from post-war.

And both of their moods, indeed, were in primes
As they had some giggles and very good times.
And, unto them both, the Fates chose to bless
By leading them, each, to her perfect dress.

And Lorelai found the shoes of her dreams
But didn't inspect the heels at the seams.
Said Rory her mother should not be so bold,
"They're new to you, yes, but overall old."

Though Rory attempted to elsewise persuade her,
Her mother refused to let it dissuade her
And soon they'd assembled some really swell threads
With thoughts of adorning them filling their heads.

While dreamily fond'ling a Forties hair clip,
Then Lorelai swooned and just had to quip,
"Oh! You and me, Babe! We'll be the bee's knees
Once getting all ginned up and gammin' in these!"

And then Rory giggled and added "And plus
These clothes on a couple hep kittens like us
Will give us the knowledge that if we don't win
At least they were something we looked spiffy in!"

"Hey! Haven't I taught you it's not how we play
But whether we, winnings from Kirk, keep away?
We'll stick it to Kirk!" She stuck to her grudge.
And, from that belief, refused she to budge.

And soon came the day they'd both waited for.
The banners and signs led straight to the door
And gathered them there in mid of the night
To kick up their heels and start it off right.

And then, when the swell of the music did ring,
The room, with a jitterbug, started to swing.
With all the participants lively on floor
And none of their feet, as yet, at all sore.

And on did they dance, 'til hopping and spins
Grew hard on their calves and worse on their shins,
'Til lifting of feet became quite a chore
And legs were all rubber. And then they danced more!

Did Kirk taunt them both; his partner did flip.
While stating, theatrics, should Lorelai skip,
She wanted to try it, but Rory just quipped
That surely her mother had already flipped!

As Luke's strongest coffee gave Rory more vigour—
Though weary of dancing and all of that rigour—
Hour Six did arrive, once night became day.
Did Dean arrive also. They met him mid-way.

His timing was perfect. He witnessed the rite,
As Andrew, on cue, was cause of a fight.
With Andrew, his girlfriend could no longer reason
As he couldn't stand that damn Liam Neeson!

And, sick though it was, the Gilmores had glee
That they, this tradition, were lucky to see:
Another relationship crushed 'neath the power
Of Dance Marathon's designs to devour!

The Gilmores—and coffee—for contest enthused
'Til Dean by their manner was rather amused.
So Dean said he'd stay and then took a seat.
Thought Lorelai, Spectator Ken was so sweet!

AN: Thank you for reading! Until next time...