I cannot stop dancing. The past 2 weeks I have been dancing whenever and wherever. I am going to credit my fever for dance to the death of MJ coming up June 25th. I have listened to nothing but MJ all week. Guy is great. I miss him.
I have been absolutely killing my kitchen floor with dance moves. Whoever lives below me must be pissed, but I bet they are saying 'that kid can dance'.
I wish the world we lived in allowed us to break out in choreographed dances from music videos at the most random places. Everyone would be alot happier and the world would be a much cooler place. I can already see me in the 'Love is a Battlefield' dance while I waited in line at the grocery store.
I learned to dance by watching MJ videos and BET. And I am damn proud of it. After this past weekend, I am glad I have the ability to dance with rhythm rather than being able to solve a word problem correctly or understand the stock market. It is really depressing watching people dance that think they can dance. But it is hilarious watching people that can't dance, but know they can't dance cause they just don't give it a shit. I like those people.
I remember my first dance circle. Do you? I was 11. I was in 6th grade. I was at Nite Spot. I had been going to Nite Spot for the last few months but never participated in the dance circle or 'Doing the Butt' because I was too nervous. So each day I would ride the bus home and sit at the front so I could hear the radio. I would ask Kathy the bus driver to put on 94.5 a few stops before my house, that way I could hear the last song playing before I got off the bus. If I liked it, I would run home, slam my bedroom door, lock it, and turn up the radio and dance in front of the mirror. I did this for weeks upon weeks until I taught myself at least 1 move the fifth grade girls would really dig. During that stretch, I taught myself how to body roll(its actually all in the knees) and some move where I kick my legs out, I don't think it has a name. I finally told myself I would enter the dance circle the next Nite Spot, no matter what. Saturday night came and I waited, and waited, and waited for the right song to come on. After hours of standing up against the wall, watching guys impress chicks with their Running Man and such, my song came on....
'Every Little Step' by Bobby Brown. When I tell you my face lit up and I ripped off my Georgetown Hoyas chalkline, you might have thought it was on fire. But in reality, my feet were on fire. I pushed a couple dudes out of the way and I went to work. The crowd went nuts and it was at that moment I knew I was meant for the dance circles. From then on out, I knew I had a gift for a white kid. And after this weekend, watching some guys dance, I am so glad I have rhythm and not the ability to balance a checkbook or be able to ice skate. I can dance and I am going to dance my face off wherever I can on Friday night in honor of Michael Jackson.
Ah Celts in 6 still..........and Bieber "Somebody to Love", I can't get enough of it. I need help.