Funny Messy Life

Feets Don't Fail Me Now For years it went something like this … “KICK! And TURN! And BACK! And BEND! And … Arms loose, ladies; Guys, keep those shoulders back. Posture, people. POSTURE! We open in two weeks! Okay, keep it goin’ annnnd … KICK! And TURN! And BACK! And SP- … No, no, Michael. It’s BACK and SPIN, not SPIN, KICK, BACK. No, no, no, NO! There’s no LUNGE in this routine, Michael. Stick to the choreography. Here we go … KICK! And BACK! And … Michael … Michael … MICHAEL! WHY ARE YOU THRUSTING LIKE THAT? GET OUT MICHAEL. GEEEETTTTT OOOUUUUTTTTTT!” To put it mildly, my dancing has always resembled something like a kindergartner’s recital if all the kindergartners were blindfolded and on roller skates. I Can’t help it, though. I was born a singer and an actor, not a dancer. I have spent my entire life avoiding anything that had the remotest indication of movement in rhythm and because of this behavior, it’s with no surprise that my reaction to the suggestion of a dance in any form has always been, “… (blin