There was once I fellow I knew in high school who was -enviably- talented at singing. But his claim to fame was his particularly broad vocal range. He could hit everything from a high soprano to a baritone, and whenever somebody was missing a part, he was the guy to go to. Admittedly, though, it was always a little odd to hear him sing the girl parts. As the conversation goes:
"What! Why are my girl parts weird?!"
"Because you don't -have- girl parts!"
Which brings me to the advent of a salsa class in my day! The art of "social dancing," as it's called, is one of those things where standing still and looking bored is the -uncool- thing to do. It's something into which the body has to throw itself with considerable energy, and all the steps must be remembered without ever looking down.
But then they turn on that -really- catchy music with the heavy bossa nova beat, and suddenly, "hey, I can get into that." And then it just feels right.
I get the feeling there's a reason we all know how to dance.
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