The (Interpretive) Dance Studio

::Tap titap::

::swirl::

::Tippity tap ti tap::

::swirl::

::Tippity tap ti tippity tap, tap, tap, titap::

::Swirl::

::Bow::

The walrus called his accountant regarding the chocolate spaghetti?

The last people left on Earth who can still read Morse code, evidently

- .... . - .. -- . .... .- ... -.-. --- -- . --..-- - .... . .-- .- .-.. .-. ..- ... ... .- .. -.. --..-- - --- ... .--. . .- -.- --- ..-. -- .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. ...

Swirls...>>>>,,,,,,>>. falls... dives and takes all the chocolate spaghetti! Runs away!!!

... - --- .--. - .... .. . ..-.

Wish my Daddy was still here. He was a railroad telegrapher, and a damn good one.

Sorry, won't be staying. Must dash.

::swirl, LEAP, land, swirl::

:;Leap, twirl, leap, twirl, trip, fall::

::huddle::

::delicately shuffle several paces to the left, wearing an expression of beatific insouciance::

::Thump::

::Bounce::

::Gallop::

::Bang Bump Crash::

BOOM

*slamming my eyes shut!*

"Boom?"

::looks cautiously around::

"Did I just hear a studio shattering boom?"

Anyone have an ice pack?

::tosses Sylvia a bag of frozen peas::

::rises from smoke in the room::

::raises arms::

::begins furiously twirling ribbons on sticks::

::spins during twirling::

::bends backward while twirling ribbons over body::

::vanishes::

Ah.

Foolishness.

Good job.

*smashes ice cream cone into forehead*

Ahhh, mint chip! My favorite!

The dancing has resumed on Zoom- initially too much bumping into furniture.