But when the phone rang and I answered it, it was my little sister. She was a senior in high school and living with her best friend, who had graduated a year or two prior and was now married and living with her husband. The reason my sister was living with her during her senior year was because mother and stepdad moved to North Carolina to start a business. They returned shortly before sister graduated. Fortunately, they did not sell the house in Kingston at that time.
Anyhow, when I answered the phone, my sister was half crying because she had run out of money and mother wasn't going to be sending her anymore for about a week and she was afraid to ask for extra cash. I told her to stop crying and that I would be right over.
When I arrived, I opened up the wallet and gave her like 40 dollars. I told her she could always come to me if she needs extra money. I told her she can have as much as she wants. (She did call me a few more times for such purpose. I loved helping her out.) And so, by the time I got back home that night, I was emotionally spent. First the movie, and then my little sister. So I sat down at my desk and began writing the song, "Dancing On The Moon", for my little sister - and with the movie in mind.
I may have cried a little when I wrote it.