Extract

“Just imagine… It’s an early summer evening. You are walking through a quiet neighborhood

when your eye is drawn to a simple, whitewashed house. A pomegranate tree stands

outside the door, and as you approach you breathe in its scent. A grapevine unravels across

the front of the house, and a bunch of grapes, glistening like purple jewels, dangles above

the wrought iron and glass door, which stands slightly ajar. You stop and listen, attracted by

sounds from within. Then you hear the bouzouki. Its haunting sounds beat out familiar

melodies. Is that Roza, Sophia, Soteria, or is that an Aliki song, pulsating from the depths?

You get goosebumps. It’s calling you. So slick on your lipstick, smooth your skirt, push that

door open and walk right in. Hold your head high and smile: you’re in the right place. Raise

your arms, click your fingers, and with a throaty laugh, start to dance. Dance like Melina!

You know you want to, you know you must, because you are a Greek Girl… for a moment or

for a life time. Let’s dance!”