It was a star lit June evening when Elliott and Wendy drove to Hollywood for dinner and a movie. Afterwards they walked the short distance to Whisky A Go Go, a popular nightclub on the Sunset Strip. It became popular in the sixties and continued to be. The Doors and Janis Joplin had performed there as did many other stars. Before they entered a billboard announced tonight’s new entertainer, Mandy Silver. She sang as they entered. Wendy liked the place immediately even though it was packed to the hilt. The lights were low. The huge area had a balcony for Go Go Dancers who were dressed in fringed dresses with white boots. Wendy and Elliott moved around the floor and squeezed around people until they found a space to stand. The crowd danced and clapped while they moved to the beat of the music.

“What do you think?” Elliott shouted.

Her head started to move to the beat of the music. “Such a groovy place.”

“She’s good,” Elliott said of the singer.

“She is,” Wendy confirmed as she continued to clap and shake her head to the music.

A waiter came by, and they ordered drinks. As the waiter moved away a small round table opened up, and they grabbed it.

“Wish you danced.” “We aren’t going through that again, are we? I come with you to places because I enjoy you, the atmosphere and the music.”

“Sorry, I won’t mention it ever again. It truly is a groovy place, isn’t it?”

He nodded. The singer took a break. Wendy and Elliott chatted but stopped and

watched people around them. It appeared to like other entertainment spots where people enjoyed themselves and escaped into a different world than their own. Elliott took a small swallow of the wine he ordered. Wendy guzzled her screwdriver. In a short time, half the glass was empty, and she was ready to dance.

The singer returned and began another set. “I really wanna dance.” She looked at some women who just started to dance together. “Look at those women,” she said as she pointed at them.

“Go ahead, I’ll watch.” He encouraged her.

“Thanks.”

Wendy joined in the group. They welcomed her as they continued shaking their bootie, swinging around, and bobbing their heads to the fast beat. They laughed, and at times, sang loudly with the music.

Elliott shook his head as he watched Wendy.

The song ended, and Wendy collapsed into her chair and took a couple of long swig of her drink.

“What ya thinking, Ellie?”

“I thought you were completely absorbed in the music. You really like wild dancing?”

“Sure, why not? That’s my jam.”

“Your silliness surprised me.”

“I didn’t think it was silly. I thought…terrific fun. You need to loosen up.” Wendy took more sips of her drink as her head moved to the music.

“And, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Maybe you should slow down.”

“No, I want to get down. This place is outta sight.” Wendy was impervious to Elliott’s disgust. He scowled. “Did you have a joint before I picked you up?”

“Just a few drags.”

“How are you feeling right now?”

“I feel great and still wanna dance.” She stood to return to the dance floor, but Elliott grabbed her arm and held her back. “Wendy, you’re smashed and stoned. I’m taking you home.” He took her purse and swung it over his shoulder. Wendy tried to pull away, but quickly capitulated. She was in no shape to fight him.

Wendy fell asleep on the way back to Mar Vista. He woke her when they arrived at her house, and she staggered out of the car. Elliott guided her to the front door. He propped her against the wall as he struggled to find the keys in her purse. Once inside he walked her straight to her bedroom where she sat on the bed.

“Hey,” she mumbled.

“How do you feel?”

“Crappy.”

He helped her out of her clothes. She collapsed onto the pillow.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I’ll see. . .” She was out cold before he finished his sentence. He shook his head and left.