So it begins that the story is about a man who lacks an audience. He wants to hear someone say that he is not defeated. The winds blow around him, his world is shaky, but he stands against those forces and shows that he is strong in mind. He is not challenging anything, but is looking to soothe himself and prove himself. But there is no one but himself. So now he becomes self-centered, he wants and needs to treat himself, he needs to show himself that he is still an animal inside though he is humbled on the outside. He has spent what he has, and now he will enjoy what he has bought which is merely a length of song with a woman. That’s the stage on which he is to act. By melting into that song and by melding into that woman, he can make the moment meaningful, he can stretch out time. He will enjoy this moment and let himself prove that the animal inside him is not beaten. Ultimately he is saying I am brooding, lonely, melancholic, needy, thirsting for attention, hungry to feel in control. He is wanting to feel the aliveness inside come to the surface. He wants to let himself out and enjoy the music with the woman, to move around her, to move her around him, as a perfume that he enjoys, using her to fill the gaps, the loneliness, the need for contact, a warm body in his arms. Like moving warm water around himself, luxuriating in the feel of the rhythm, soothed by the smoothness of the song, moving with the motion of the music, moving the woman around himself to create an imaginary place that becomes a wall against reality, a mystical moment inside the magic of music. Such music is that of tango. The tones of melancholy, the lyrics of loving and yearning reach deep inside and resonate with the man’s emotions and wraps around his feelings. Yes, he says, I am that music, which is both sad but courageous. It is as if those words and phrases were meant for me. I am lonely but brave, I have lost but am not lost, I want to express that I am still very much alive and I will carry on, just as the beat of the music carries the rhythm on through this song, so too the beat of my feet carries me on through this life. The animal inside the man comes to life and animates his movements, revitalizes his soul. Him aside, we must consider the woman. The instrument of his soothing. The object of his comfort that comes from being able to express himself without words. He uses her to reassert himself. He looks into her face, he embraces her existence, he pulls her into himself so that he can let his inner animal out. Feel, he lets himself. I am still a man, he uses her to pull that thought out of him. I am not defeated, he poses, but not for an audience, just for himself, but he could not have done it without her support, so she becomes part of him, the other half that was necessary, his partner, his counterpart. Only by being with her could he have told his tale. Oh, and her? She knows she is helping the man, she moves around him as he needs, she caresses him with her movements, she lets him know that she understands what he wants. She knows that she is needed, by him, to become part of his connection with the music, she lets herself go to him and be moved by him and be used by him to express the joy of life, to help him find himself from within, to help him bring together this moment that he is creating, inside of which there is only the music, him, and her, as one. Hence at the end of the song, the final pose, the triumph of the soul, the brave face that proves that he is still alive. It remains even as the music fades out, the act continues, he offers his arm and escorts the woman off the stage. He bows in gratitude, then finally, perhaps reluctantly, exits the stage himself. Kindly, gently, he returns to reality. Is this then another page in his story of tango?