Steve Rubenstein, who's my idea of the current Mark Twain, wrote about a shelter-in-place teenager having her prom at home, where she danced with her dad but shared the experience virtually with people all over the world. That reminded me of a scene in the movie "Contagion," where a father decorates the living room like a prom setting for his daughter, who can't go out because of pandemic. That prompted me to write new words to the Rodgers and Hammerstein song "Shall We Dance."
I’ve just read the report.
By brilliant Rubenstein.
Who shows how proms can still go on
If they go on online.
So many guys and gals
Aren’t in each others arms.
But there’s a way
Even today!
Tik Tok makes proms divine!
Shall we dance?
At six feet from each other
Shall we dance
At the prom?
Shall we show that our rituals can go on?
Or perchance,
When the whole world is watching from afar
Shall we all get together
With our virtual video sharing,
With our dad or mom on the floor?
I have now watched entrancing
Film “Contagion” with its dancing
Proms are here; Life’s no longer a bore!