Sometimes you just gotta burst into song!
  1. I attend aqua aerobics classes four days a week at the nearby YMCA.
  2. It's a beautiful facility with terrific members and staff.
  3. The instructor was visibly out of sorts over something.
    She kept walking into the office and back to the side of the pool.
  4. We heard some easy listening music coming from the speakers.
    Our instructor, Andrea, said she couldn't get the CD player drawer open, so we had to listen to whatever was in there.
  5. I'm thinking the music was from the aqua arthritis class the prior day.
    They slow.
  6. We're going ahead with our workout—music definitely not keeping pace with our energetic kicking, running, and speed skating moves.
    The ladies and I mean business!
  7. The next song cues up ...
    Que Sera, Sera by Doris Day
  8. Poor Instructor Andrea is apologizing, and in frustration, throws up her hands.
    We also throw up our hands, because we're in class. That's how it's done.
  9. Then, just as Doris's voice rises for the refrain, something happens ...
    We all begin to sing. Fifteen ladies, ranging in age from fifty-nine to eighty-seven: "Que sera, sera! Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see, que sera, sera."
  10. All the while, keeping up with our moves, "kick forward, kick side, kick back; tuck! Barrel jumps!"
    And we sounded good. Damn good.
  11. We sang our way through the entire song, us fifteen ladies. It was fun.
    Instructor Andrea and the lifeguards watched with surprise, and there was much applause when we were done.
  12. It's funny, these things happening on this particular day.
    The stuck CD drawer. Someone else's music. Doris Day.
  13. Instructor Andrea, our best and most favorite instructor, told us at the end of class that this was her last day. It was very sad. But ...
    Que sera, sera.
  14. Static