Tap Tap
I have an incredible urge to tapdance again. Seven years of satisfying metal-against-wooden-floor does that to you. That memory of shuffle-hop-step never goes away. And the time-step. There is nothing, but really NOTHING in the world more exhilarating than the time-step. Time-step turning, time-step with a toe-hop, time-step starting slow and picking up speed until all anyone is aware of is feet and stomping and rhythm and body. Hands and smiles and arms swinging are secondary; they happen after the feet have taken over.
After two years, I am digging out my tap shoes and shimmying down to the nearest tap-dance class.
(Thank you Jules!)
After two years, I am digging out my tap shoes and shimmying down to the nearest tap-dance class.
(Thank you Jules!)
kiwiqueen - 7. May, 13:01