September 2010

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I have always admired dancers. Their grace, form and sheer ability to make their movements look so effortless have amazed me from the time I was a small child in watching from my seat in a dark auditorium at my first performance of “The Nutcracker.” Seeing my first ballet experience was magical.

As an adult, I hold on to that initial childhood wonder and let that anticipation for the dance sweep me away. I enjoy Broadway shows and small theater performances and it’s always the dancers who steal the show for me.

I’m no Ginger Rogers; I do my dancing only once in a while at weddings. I am positive the reaction from viewers is far from starstuck awe; it’s most likely along the lines of hilarious embarrassment for me and my goofy movements.

But even with the giggles, I still love how I feel when dancing. That’s the best part: when you can leave it all behind and celebrate the music and just move your body. I can only imagine the feeling when someone masters a dance they have worked at for months or years and hears the first applause as an affirmation of their beautiful performance and stage presence.

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