“I did sit-ups to Berlin’s “Sex” song for the last two years. Do you realize how long the extended version of that song is?”
“Can’t say that I do,” Jill said, flipping through Cosmo.
“Seven minutes, thirty-eight seconds of pure torture,” I said. “Feel my abs of steel, my buns of steel. C’mon, touch it.”
“Oh, all right.” Jill patted my ass.
“At the “Solid Gold” audition, we line up and do one pirouette. That’s it. All those sit-ups for what?”
The next day, she landed a spot in a Pat Benetar video. Her dreams were gold after all, baby.
Genre: Humor (101 words)
Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I confess, there’s a bit of back story here. When I was a kid, I had a master class with a “Solid Gold” dancer. This guy Tony, in the middle:
Here’s a picture of the whole gang. Tony is in the back:
I watched the show religiously, I wanted so bad to be a Solid Gold Dancer. The following year, I took a master class with a dancer from a Pat Benetar video, and indeed, he played the “Sex” song while did our ab routine. But, I never made it to “Solid Gold” or a video! I don’t think I had the hair! I’m sure that was it.