Return to Kellerman's
Written By: Seuss Fan
(Note: I do not own this movie or any of its characters. Please do not sue me. Dedicated to Patrick Swayze. May his memory live on forever.)
Rhonda sat in her father's car, staring out the window. She really didn't want to work at the resort this summer but her father thought they needed some time alone together.
"Want me to turn the radio on?"
"Cheer up, Angel. One summer at this place will change your life forever."
"I know, Dad. I know."
Rhonda normally worked at her grandfather's office as a receptionist but this summer she would be in charge of pool maintenance. Every teenager's dream.
"I'm doing this for Dad." she kept repeating to herself, "He needs me now more than ever."
"There it is! Kellerman's Mountain House…ain't it beautiful Angel?"
"Yeah, it's pretty awesome Dad."
"You wait here while I settle up."
"Whatever you say Dad."
"Johnny Castle, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
"It's only been a year, Neil."
"I heard about what happened. I'm really sorry."
"It's alright. We're getting through it."
"I see you brought your daughter with you."
"Yeah. I didn't think it'd be right to leave her with her grandparents, considering everything that's happened."
"So, what cabin are you sticking us in?"
"You are in cabin S48."
"Alright, thanks Neil."
"Anytime, Johnny. See you at the staff meeting."
"Later Neil. Okay, Angel. Ready to see your home for the next four weeks?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"C'mon Angel." Johnny said to his daughter as he drove towards the staff quarters.
Rhonda stepped out of the car and stood in front of the dilapidated cabin.
"I know it's not glamorous but at least it's a place to sleep."
"Whatever. Need help with the bags?"
"Thanks, Angel. After I'm done at the staff meeting how about I give you a tour of the place?"
"Thanks Dad but I think I can handle a tour by myself."
"Alright, I guess I'll see you later then."
And with a kiss on the cheek both parties went their separate ways.
"Lookin for something?"
"You seem a little lost."
A tall, dark-haired man in jeans and a gray short-sleeved shirt appeared next to Rhonda.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just wandering around."
"Ah. I see. Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Tom."
"I'm …uh …Angel."
"Angel, that's a pretty name."
"So, Angel you staying here for the summer?"
"Working; pool duty."
"Ugh, good luck with that."
"What'd you do?"
" I'm part of the entertainment staff."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"So, I guess I'll be seeing you around then."
"Yep, later Tom."
"Boy is he gorgeous." Rhonda thought to herself as she watched Tom walk away, "If only I was a little bit older. Oh well. Better go find Dad."
At dinner Rhonda couldn't help but notice how popular her father was. She knew people looked up to her father but seeing it in person emphasized her father's impact. Over the years people had stopped by the house to visit with her parents; talk, dance, and reminisce about summers gone by. According to what she had heard her parents revolutionized the dancing at Kellerman's. Before her parents got together every move on the Kellerman's dance floor was rated PG. But now dancers had more freedom to express themselves. This fact wasn't hard to believe. Rhonda's father was the most persistent man she had ever met. When she was seven years old she asked him to give her dancing lessons. Although the ordeal involved quite a bit of screaming Rhonda would not have become the amazing dancer that she was if her father had not worked her so hard.
"So, this must be Angel."
"Yes, Stan. This is my little girl."
"Nice to meet you young lady."
"Nice to meet you, too."
"I'm telling you Johnny she looks just like Ba…"
"Um, well you know. I'll see you later Johnny."
"Bye Stan. C'mon Angel let's go over to the ballroom."
"But Dad I'm not done."
"I said, 'Let's go.'"
At 1:00 A.M. Johnny and Rhonda returned to their cabin.
"Dad, why wouldn't you talk about Mom at dinner?"
"When you were talking to Stan at dinner. He was about to say that I looked like Mom but you pushed him away."
"I thought bringing her up would upset you."
"Dad, I'm seventeen. I can handle talking about my mother."
"Well, then you're a lot better than I am."
"I'm tired. We'll finish this conversation tomorrow. Goodnight, Angel."
The next morning, Rhonda began her pool duty. Although the job was disgusting, Rhonda endured.
"I'm doing this for Dad." she kept repeating to herself, "doing this for Dad."
Later that day Rhonda stopped by the dance studio to meet her Dad for lunch.
"Hello, Angel." a familiar voice called as she walked through the door.
" Nice to see you again, Tom."
"How do you two know each other?" Johnny asked.
"We bumped into each other yesterday."
"Would you like to join us?"
"Sorry, Angel but Tom has a 12:15 dance lesson. Right, Tom?"
"Um, yea, Johnny. I'll see you two around."
"Why did you shoo him off like that?"
"Never mind, let's just eat."
Later that night Rhonda decided to deviate from her Dad's schedule.
"Why aren't you dressed?" her father asked.
"I saved some food from lunch. I'm just gonna stay here."
"You feeling alright?"
"Yeah. Just tired. I'll see you when you get back."
"Ok, Angel. Get some rest. I love you."
"I love you, too Dad."
Once Johnny had left the room Rhonda knew it was time to make her escape.
"Now, it's time to really check this place out." she mumbled as she finished arranging the pillows under her sheet.
Rhonda had always heard her parents and their friends talking about the crazy staff parties they used to throw. She had originally planned on investigating this matter just before she had to leave but with the way her father had acted around Tom she needed to know the truth. Rhonda didn't have to look far. Just a few cabins down from her loud music was blasting out into the night.
Rhonda slowly pushed open the cabin door to reveal the entire entertainment staff moving together as one.
"Hey, Angel!" Tom called from behind her.
"What are you doing her? This party's for the entertainers only."
"Sorry, didn't know."
"I'm just kidding. Come on in."
"Wow…there are a lot of great dancers here."
"Would you like to join them?"
"Nah, I'm not that good."
"Angel, this isn't a competition and besides with a dad like Johnny Castle I'm sure you know a few moves."
"Well, I guess I could try."
As Tom and Rhonda began to dance the other dancers slowly began to leave the floor.
"Why are they clearing a space for us?" Rhonda asked as her Tom pulled her closer.
"I guess they're just impressed."
"Hey, who turned off the tunes?"
"Angel Castle, get out of this cabin right now!" Johnny shouted, thoroughly embarrassing his daughter.
"I gotta go."
"Um, bye…" Tom said bewildered as he watched disappear into the night.