Its a hot Cuban night - Afro-Cuban drums weave a torrid tempo...A flute pierces - a silver arrow, reaching its mark... People dance - heeding primal rhythms that beat deep within the soul... Seductive Salsa makes hips churn - bodies yearn - people dance spell-bound by sight and sound from the stage... The band leader flashes a smile, raises flute to lips... Congas, timbal, bongos and drums drive... A horn insinuates, piano, guitar and bass tease the rhythm... Dancers, hot tropical delights, sweep across the stage... and still the people dance...