We dance to the music of horns blaring and trucks roaring past with a sound that sends
our hair skirt trousers and/or jacket fluttering - and when it's too close for comfort, our
hearts as well.

We dance to the sound of voices as the crowd talks, as they strut, walk, slouch, hurry,
run, bob, weave, jog, skirt along to that intrinsic music of chatter and cell phones ringing.

Our fingers dance to the click of the mouse and the tap of the keys - the sound of the
printer,
the scanner's wheeze

We dance to the metallic sound of stirring, of wooden drawers slamming, of the stove
flame fighting to kick in, of pans and pots rustling and clanging in time with the
silverware as it thuds against the tabletop.

We dancers work so hard at something so natural - Why? Because we have another
definition of dance:

TO MAKE THE IMPOSSIBLE SEEM EFFORTLESS.

And so we work to perfect the natural.

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