A Taste of Lime v42.3 and PRT #199 – A Tango

PRT #199 – A Tango

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Passionate fire burns ice cold to the core
Between my teeth I carry an invisible knife
Two predators in a mutual hunt across the dancefloor
As you fight for your life
You keep yearning for more

Dueling serpents devouring their beings
challenging their senses where passion is rife
Provoke me! Seduce me! while the accordion sings
This is not a strife
Burn me with your swings

Dressed like a lady, dancing like a whore
Blurring the line between love and hate
Never knowing what the night has in store
Raw passion feels great
Choreographing the score

Hypnotic eyes entrance, but callous words sting
Limb upon limb, we move as the music reverberates
Beneath smiling crescent moon, hearts bound with string
Yes, your desire I shall sate
But this is not just a fling

Intoxicated senses soar, our mingled hearts roar
Whispering scents carouse, tingling,arousing lips
As tendons tremor, yearning grows for the edges to explore
Hip to hip, entwined dips
Music makes love, not war

The call of the Bandonéon envelops all things
While their sensuality of cruel coldness strips
Her lustrada breaks loose, to his body she clings
And thus, at their fingertips
Hate withers and pure love springs

Tango dancers:
Ruggi (http://www.myspace.com/ruggisicksense)
Alba (http://www.myspace.com/venusdaughter)
Tyler Myrth (http://www.myspace.com/tylermyrth)
Colleen B (http://www.myspace.com/colleenbpoetry)
David (http://www.myspace.com/davidblogpage)
Miss Mojito (http://www.myspace.com/mojitoworld)

Orchestrator:
DJ Myke (http://www.myspace.com/jmichaeltodd)

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A Taste of Lime

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Liam grabbed a cola. Sprite? They call this lemon-lime? A taste of lime was all he could detect. At least there was no caffeine, this movie set was hyper enough already.

As the Stunt Coordinator it was his job to block out the final dance scene. Three couples and none of them were going with the program of using stunt doubles. It was a Stunt Coordinator’s worst nightmare.

The Choreographer, Tyler, was also dancing, and the director was making a “cameo” as one of the dancers. Liam just sighed. He’d have to block out their moves so there would be no incidental contact, already the Dutch Goth guy was throwing elbows in rehearsal.

And whose cat is that? Tommy? That black-haired EMO Colleen keeps taking its picture. And it’s eying my tuna sandwich…

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“Alba! What is that expression?” The movie’s director David screamed, “You are a Tango Champion. You must bite the lime with passion, I want a fierce expression. The taste of lime makes your heart race. Let’s get some new gels in the spots, Tyler. More green. Miata green!”

Tyler got up fuming. Tango (1998) was the best dance movie ever made. A remake should stay faithful to the original mood and lighting design. He was so close to packing it in on this production. Tyler just looked at the audio engineer D. J. Myke and winced as he saw Colleen and Miss Mojito leave their dressing rooms. Purple hair? Oh, that is so EMO and cliche. But Miss Mojito was carrying it off. Colleen’s black-haired dancer look was a bit too EMO though. All we need is to put a vampire in the production, Tyler snickered to himself.

“Are you thinking this production needs to get a bit more lively?” Myke whispered to Tyler. “Just check out Goth-boy.” Pointing at Ruggi as he made his way to the dance floor.”

Tyler grabbed Colleen and pulled her onto the dance floor. He had rehearsed this tango sequence in his head for weeks… and Colleen was swept along by his fury. The rest of the cast gathered around as the two continued their steamy duet. As the music reached its crescendo, Colleen instinctively followed Tyler’s leap. And then ending in a graceful dip as the music faded away. The cast cheered wildly.

“Close, very close to what I’m looking for.” David acknowledged as he pulled Miss Mojito out to the stage. “We need a bit more tempo control. Like this.”

Ruggi and Alba were looking at everyone else getting all the attention and they couldn’t contain themselves. Running on and starting their tango dance routine too just as Tyler and Colleen started dancing again. Now all three couples were dancing hard to win the cast’s approval.

Myke hollered out for the Stunt Coordinator, Liam. All that energy contained on a small dance floor, there was bound to be collision. Liam raced in and crashed into the fruit scene table. The green gel had made the bowl of limes invisible and he called out, “Limes!” as a warning as he saw them roll towards the dance floor. The dancers all crashed to the floor as they stepped on the rolling limes…

Ruggi was up first and yelled out, “Who’s responsible for this?”

Myke replied, “It’s Liam’s doing.”

“The limes didn’t roll there by themselves,” cursed David as Alba picked herself up and grabbed a lime and bit into it with fierce eyes. “There, that is the expression!”

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Ahhhh, Fate smiles thought Tommy as he pounced. It was the moment he had been waiting for… the human was on the ground still clutching the tuna sandwich. He bit hard at the delicious fishy treat as the human screamed. Blood? A taste of Liam?

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Blogophilia 42.3 Topic: “The Taste of Lime”

Bonus points:

(Hard, 2pts): Mention Purple Hair

(Easy, 1pt): Include a Black Haired Dancer

Final date to post: December 20th, 2010, GMT midnight