Or something. I remember when I was a child, I loved being home alone because I would put on music or turn on a radio and dance all around the family room. It was great fun. It was very liberating. And I used to go dancing a lot and really loved it, but I have gotten out of practice and the thought of dancing in front of people, even when other people are dancing just makes me want to do something else. For one thing, I can dance, only I’m not that good. I can get on a plane, go anywhere, talk to anybody—stranger, whatever. But I will not get up and dance in front of anybody.
I think I’m going to adopt the dancing hippo from Fantasia as my mascot. She danced like nobody was looking, even though she knew everyone was looking and savored the experience.
