I'm imagining my Grandma Terry getting ready for this photo shoot while listening to this song by Ruth Brown. I'm imagining her dancing around her house in her stockings and curlers waiting for my Grandpa Marvin to come home. I'm imagining him coming home and swooping her up for a dance. I'm imagining her trying to keep her hair in order and her lipstick on. I'm imagining her telling Grandpa that she can't dance as good as he can, and that she needs lessons before they go out with their couple friends. I'm imagining him counting beats with her in the mirror in her vanity. I'm imagining one of her clip-on earrings falling off and my Grandpa watching her bend down to pick it up. I'm imagining as she stands up with all of that effortless grace, he folds her up into his arms. I'm imagining they exchange some banter and kisses and she's late for her photo shoot. I'm imagining that she's blushing when she arrives. She's embarrassed and she tries to powder it away, but the photographer stops her, tells her she has a natural glow, and captures it, all of it.