"Never never change"~ for the Song-Story Challenge PART 1

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Napoleon Solo and his partner passed under the brightly lit neon marquee of the Roseland ballroom, both were elegantly attired in tuxedos for what was to be a special evening.

As they stepped inside the first thing they noticed was the purple and cerise tent-like decor that created a definite harem effect. A big band was playing, and the room was filled with people enjoying the music while they danced, or stood drinking at the bar in the cocktail lounge.

Tonight it would be all about dancing; cheek to cheek dancing, and celebrating a happy occasion.

Napoleon paused, surveying the dance floor, noting couples ranged in age from young to old, but there was only one woman for which his eyes searched.

“There she is,” Illya nodded to the left with his head. They both saw a hand raise above the crowd, waving a white linen handkerchief.

Napoleon grinned in anticipation as he glanced over to his partner.

“You know Kuryakin you cleaned up nicely for the occasion,” he said taking note that his friend, known for wearing off the rack clothes, was dressed in a very well ‘fitted’ white double-breasted tuxedo jacket and trousers

Napoleon was wearing a black designer tux, with a white silk scarf draped around his bow-tied neck.

“And you my friend are as dashing as ever,” Illya smiled. “Ah, here she comes.”

A woman stepped from the crowd, clothed in an elegant gown, grey satin with a matching bolero jacket trimmed in silver beads.

“Aren’t you the stunning beauty,” Napoleon said as he took her hand, letting her do a little spin to show off her new outfit.

“Thank you, but I bet you say that to all the ladies!”

Illya took her hand and kissed it, being very European. “Yes he does, I can vouch for that, but with you ...he means it.”

She laughed softly. “Well here I am with my two favorite men in the world. May I have this dance Napoleon? You understand don’t you Illya, though I must admit you cut quite a handsome figure this evening. “

Illya nodded his approval as Solo escorted her onto the dancefloor just as the music struck up a familiar tune,’ Begin the Beguine.’

Napoleon led her around... moving and swaying in time with the music; when it was over they stopped for a moment to applaud the band.

There was a tap on Solo’s shoulder. “May I cut in?” Illya asked, taking the lovely ladies  hand from Napoleon’s, just as the band began to play again, this time with a singer crooning into a microphone.

“Sorry chum, they’re playing our song. You can have the next one.” Solo whisked her away into a foxtrot as the singer lilted away a song that dated back to the 1930’s. It had become a popular cover by so many but the version sung by Frank Sinatra stuck in Napoleon’s head.

“Someday, when I'm awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight”

“Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight”

“With each word your tenderness grows

Tearin' my fear apart

And that laugh..wrinkles your nose

Touches my foolish heart”

“Lovely ... Never, never change...."

The band broke into an instrumental with a lovely violin serenade.

“You know it’s true, your nose does wrinkle when you laugh,” Napoleon whispered into her ear.” She was positively glowing as she smiled at him.

“I hate to tell you, but yours does the same thing.” Her laughter was innocent, but behind that gentle façade she was one tough woman.

“No it doesn’t,” he frowned at her, then laughed at himself. “You know these song lyrics fit you perfectly, like the man said, ”Lovely ... Don't you ever change. Keep that breathless charm, Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you-just the way you look tonight.'..and every night, I might add. You do know how much I love you, don’t you?”

"Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm. Just the way you look tonight."

“Yes I do Napoleon, and thank you for making this a very special evening for me.”

“I would every night if I could.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek.