Throughout my life, I’ve always had difficulty managing my innate desire to dance. Perhaps the urge goes back to childhood road trips, restrained by a seat belt while watching High School Musical on a loop and wanting nothing more than to “bop to the top.” Maybe the film Happy Feet kickstarted my early desires to dance. Regardless, at some point in my early development I acquired an irrepressible need to let my limbs loose at the sound of catchy music, wherever and whenever that may be. Unfortunately, the rest of the world couldn’t relate. Continue reading