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By Viva Yang
Student Columnist
Friday, September 29, 2000

I don't usually go to dances or raves. I enjoy music; I would even go so far as to say that I love it, so that's not the problem. I dig the whole "club" scene with chaotic lights, thumping bass, and the intensity of human interaction. I think that my problem with dances might be of the busy bodies all busting their own private moves. I guess I've got no moves of my own, let alone the ability or coordination to be able to mimic those of my neighbor. I certainly hope that I am not alone in my rhythmless nation.

So how does one dance? I suppose I could take lessons. I could learn the cha-cha. I wouldn't doubt the existence of "Club Dance steps in only 5 minutes a day" video-not that I've gone that route, not just yet at least.

Great! Now I can dance right? Wrong. What if the music changes? Am I going to be doing the cha-cha all night long? How long can I recycle that one cool hand move? I could alter my speed. I could mix it up. I could…

Let's face it, I'm not talking about that kind of dancing. That kind of dancing takes you only so far. It might have a place inside the club, but what goes on inside a club is usually not about steps and timing. It's about the moment. It's about the feeling. It's about lighting. It's about letting the music and the beats flow through you. It's about interpretation; how does the music move you? Show it. Slink it. Grind it. Move it. Shake it.

That's the kind of dancing that one can't learn or be taught, because it should come from within. It should come from your own ability to express yourself, to lose inhibitions and just be one with how you feel, without words, without any direct communication and without too much thinking. If this is how "dancing" is supposed to be, then how can one go wrong?

I would go so far as to say that I am quite the fool on the dance floor. If I'm ever feeling too proud or if I've got daily "big head" going on, the dance floor cures all of that and I descend back to idiocy. That's the thing with the dance floor though. No one is better than you are. No onecan express better than you. People are all different. They will move how they will, as should you. But let's be honest here, some people just look like they know what they're doing out there.

They're the ones who are able to feel the music, the moment, and the raw energy of it all. They're the ones that everyone's watching. But that's how they're feeling it. If you feel it, then you feel it. How you feel it is how you feel it. There's no right or wrong way. No one can tell you or teach you how it makes you feel.

So does the music move you? Could it? You can hear a beat. You can see the lights. You can feel the excitement. Remember what your reason for going to the dance is in the first place: FUN. You're not going there to win Olympic gold in club freestyle, you're there to release pent up tension, to be free, to not think, and just move with the flow.

So if you feel it-even if "it" comes out as the "running man"- who cares right? That's how you feel it. That's how it's flowing out of you.

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