It was a hot summer’s day in New York City. As Lisa walked Broadway, shopping for a new pair of trainers she saw a tall slender woman dancing in front of the windows of Dean & DeLuca, moving like her body was a piece of elastic. It was a surreal scene as no music was playing, it was as if she were dancing to a Silent Disco that only existed inside her head. A teenage boy also admiring her dance moves asked the tall slender woman “What are you dancing to?”. “Well you know I’ll dance to anything, from Daft Punk to Debussy, but today I’m mostly dancing to Chic” she answered. The boy looked puzzled, probably too young to know the Disco-Funk band Chic, but nodded his head anyway and smiled. He was thinking the same thing as Lisa, no matter where she had come from that morning or where she was going that evening, right there in that moment, dancing in front of the windows of Dean & DeLuca, the tall slender woman was happy to be alive, and she was such a good mover.
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