Three girls. Two just about in their teens. One younger than that.
A well meaning father who gets the girls a movie, so the parents can go out for the day.
A hot summer day. A cool living room.
The three girls scrawled on the floor, staring up at the Crown TV. With no idea of what’s going to come their way.
Then the movie starts, and in half an hour there’s a hush in the room.
Not one of them moves. The phone rings far away, it’s the parents checking on them.
But the girls are hypnotised.
They have no idea that this is possible. That chemistry is not just something they’re going to learn in senior school.
The movie gets over. The girls keep lying there, staring at the screen.
Slowly they get up, and walk out to the veranda. The sun is setting.
They stand there, looking out, still in a trance.
Then the youngest looks up at them and says, “I want to fall in love.”
The two older girls, who usually make fun of her, don’t say anything.
She’s just hit the nail on the head.
Dirty Dancing changed the way my hormones ran around. So rest in peace Patrick Swayze, and thanks for making birthday parties in my teenage years so much fun!