Recently I went to a dance class in a professional dance centre. I can't remember the last time I did this. Thirty years ago? At least. I'm talking about the kind of place where young people with collarbones you could slice your thumb upon, flit around in loose leggings and spaghetti strap tops. Or sit cross-legged on stools - not chairs
I remember the Pineapple studios. I went there with my future brother-in-law for his audition and was awe-struck by the speed with which the dancers learned the routines. Maybe you were the girl who dazzled me with her dancing.
Once was a dancer ...
I remember the Pineapple studios. I went there with my future brother-in-law for his audition and was awe-struck by the speed with which the dancers learned the routines. Maybe you were the girl who dazzled me with her dancing.