So I took a Broadway dance class tonight.  So, what I’m really saying  is that I spent 60 minutes laughing at my somewhat lack of coordination and my total lack of hipness.  I and my fellow classmates learned the choreography for ‘Ease on down the road’ from The Wiz.  My white girl dance instincts really challenged my ability to dance like I had any rhythm. 

And, yet, it was fun.  I shuffled along, waved my arms (maybe it was flailing), did a few grapevines and was gasping for air.   I was also able to turn off my brain from everything else but what was in that room.  As I worked to make my body go in the opposite direction from where it wanted go, it was all I could do to focus on what the next move was.  We repeated the steps, and my heart pounded harder.  Add sweating buckets to my gasping for air.

Sixty minutes later at the end of class, I’ve gained a little bit of rhythm and a whole lot of easin down the road.  Thank you Broadway!

As ever,

K. Quinn