I love music.
I hate dancing.
I mean, I despise dancing. I look like an alectrified foot stompin' turky buzzard on a crack binge with two left feet when I fast dance. I'm not allowed to fast dance much. . babys cry when I fast dance. I make Elaine Bennis look like Fred Astaire. I hate dancing.
It's like a learning disability for me or something. Maybe I'm too white. If someone wants me to go dancing, I break out into a cold sweat. I get SCARED. I cannot continue to flail my uncooperating body around the dance floor in the manner in which I TRY to dance. After a few minutes of THAT, someone usually calls the paramedics in fear that I am having a seisure.
I'm getting stressed. My wedding is coming up and my brides family prides themselves on boogie-in down. It's just not my bag, baby, but I don't want to dissappoint my wife-to-be.
Is there a way to fake it and still look somewhat normal? I mean, I have good rhythm. Well, at least I can move my FINGERS on a piano in time. I know 4/4 time as well as the rest of you!
AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! I'm doomed.
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