But the point is, folks, I am back in my tap shoes and shuffle-ball-changing away! Although my first place fired me (harumph) the instructor found a mini studio on a second floor of a bar. I dug out my hideous tap shoes, literally picked dust bunnies off of them, and re-learned my shuffles and my rudiments and even a little bit of my "Cows" routine.Oh, it just feels so good to be a dork.
(I'm so glad Smedelicious is with me!)
2 comments:
Good for you. Although, I really can't say that you ever stopped dancing. The world is your tap class.
i think i want to tap. tell me more.
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