There is fluidity in music. That much is obvious. Skill in shifting arms to the break in the beat. Turning on a heel to follow a crescendo. Crash with the fall of the rhythm.
And then there are those who just step, on or off the music. They move with a certain lack of complex precision.
But they still move - and by proxy - they still dance.
In a large group, combined together in a small space under dark lights and blaring music, it all looks the same. The type of connection that a myriad of strangers can have in such a contextual situation somehow always makes sense.
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