I don't dance. In fact, I get paid NOT to dance. I embarrass white people even. I make the white man's overbite look like crunking. That is how bad I am. Ironically, I "feel" music, I lose myself in it, I see the dance in my head, I just can't execute it. Therefore, I'm about to go to my first dance class. Sure it's not a proper intstruction because it's a dance class at my gym, but it's a chance to try something new. Something to break up the monotony of what my life is starting to become.
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