Rollie Stands Up

Ivan says to Steve, "Coincidence today... Rollie was at the rest stop when I got there to eat burgers."

Steve smiles. It is a charming image. "We haven't all been there since after high school, but wow, I loved doing that."

"Yeah, and I could tell he was upset. I figured Rollie could use company."

Rollie stands up. "Ivan, play your bass." Ivan grabs the bass, swings it back, looks down at it, settles differently in the old couch.

Ivan starts messing around on the bass.

Rollie shakes his wrists. "That one thing, you were playing earlier, what was it, you were playing earlier, can you play it again?"

"What thing?"

"The one like..." and then Rolley tries to make sounds emulating the melody he heard.

Ivan shakes his head.

"Ah you know my memory for sound is weird! I don't remember stuff like tunes right."

After a lot of back and forth, Ivan plays the melody. "That's it!" Rollie claps his hands. "Can you keep playing that? It makes me have an idea."

"This?" Then Ivan repeats a certain sequence.

"Yes. Exactly."

"Yeah, I'll play the whole thing.

Rollie starts swinging his head in time with the music. Then marching, then adding in swinging arms.

Rollie dances for a while.