"(Brian Plante - Moondance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Plante Brian)

Jerry opened the door, and the two of them entered the Candy Bar. The interior
was dark and crowded, and the sound system was pumping out the loud, fast "ozone"
music that was currently in fashion. On the dance floor, Jerry, saw a hundred
young people of both sexes moving about in various strange dance styles. He
got the idea that most of the people were dancing independently of partners,
but as he continued watching, he noticed certain points in the music when the
whole group seemed to move together in a few well-rehearsed steps.

"Seen enough?" Dana yelled in his ear to make herself heard over the din of
the music.

"Just give it a chance!"

Jerry led her around the dance floor to a quieter spot, where they grabbed
a free table. They ordered two glasses of wine from a waitress, and Jerry
paid the outrageous price without comment.

"Jerry, this is not our crowd," Dana said. "And who can dance to this ... noise?"

Jerry scanned the room carefully. It really wasn't their crowd, all right. The
dancers were mostly in their twenties, with maybe a few as old as their late
thirties. Nobody on the dance floor was within ten years of them, he figured.
At the far end of the bar, away, from the dance floor, several booths held a
few older people, couples and singles in their sixties perhaps. In another
corner, overlooking the dance floor, a deejay booth was manned by a pimple-faced
kid who couldn't have been any older than eighteen.

"Can we finish our drinks and just go home?" Dana asked. "I'm not very
comfortable here."

"Let me see if I can find someone to say hello to."

"Who?"

"Someone from work. The one who told me about this place."

"What does he look like?"

Jerry almost corrected Dana's "he" to a "she," but thought better of it.
"I don't know. We've only talked robot to robot."

"Then how will you recognize him?"

"I'll just know. A very distinctive way of walking."

"Well, go find him so we can get out of here."

"I'll see if I can spot him." Jerry looked over the group on the dance floor.
Audrey had to be one of the better dancers, if she was here. While he sipped
his wine, he watched them move sinuously about the floor. One woman in a