Moonwalking.
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Hello again,
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Have you ever wondered how moonwalking came to be created?
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I have.
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And the conclusions drawn from my long and painstaking considerations and deep research are as follows.
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One day, on a dazzlingly white and tropical beach somewhere in the Bahamas. A lissome young man was lying and absorbing the rays.
It was truly idyllic, with more exotic and gleaming shells lying on the sand than there were people.
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He stretched out, langerously, upon his expensive designer lounger and truly enjoyed slowly sipping the ice blue, chilled cocktail in the mouth blown, long stemmed glass, which had just been carried out to him by a cheerful yet respectful busboy, who had walked with it from the swanky hotel far away at the edge of the bech.
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What more could a man want.
It gave him great pleasure to be here for a break, enjoying the visible trappings of his success as a Principal Dancer in a huge hit show.
He was at his peak. Sleek ,supple and as graceful as a panther. Bliss.
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As the sun continued it’s slow movement overhead, his attention was drawn to movement on his left side.
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WOW. It was a totally fanciable vision in a blue kaftan, carrying a little white dog, along with a very expensive designer beach tote.
Their eyes met…instant connection…infinite possibilities.
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They talked, they flirted, they had it all going on. It was getting HOT, HOT, HOT.
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Suddenly, “OH, where’s my little dog gone”.
Followed by “OH no, he’s in the water. He’ll drown.”
Followed by,”Please, please …save him”.
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Up jumps the dancer, and he begins running to the water..
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A sudden realisation…
a) He cannot swim.
b) Sharks.
c) If he does not save the bloody dog he gets no hot sex with the world class hottie he is in lust with.
It becomes like magic. His principal dancer ‘niques take over.
In the eyes of the dog’s frantic owner he seems to be running at top speed to the water to rescue said beloved pet, but somehow he is not actually getting there.
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In fact he is soon overtaken by the animal loving bus boy, who has run at breakneck speed from the swanky hotel at the edge of the stunning tropical beach with the gleaming shells.
Into the water goes the bus boy.
The terrified little white dog is pulled quickly from the Jaws of a terrible death, and our dancing hero reaches the waterline, in perfect time to take possession of the grateful little dog and then slip the aforementioned bus boy a hefty tip.
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Then, a meeting with the tearful owner running towards him, like something in an ad.
They come together, breathless, on the fine, warm sand. The vision in blue reaches out beautiful, bejewelled hands towards the dog and the dancer
“Oh, how wonderful of you to rush so swiftly to rescue my darling doggie. You are so marvellous. Yadder Yadder. Yadder yadder.
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The whole affair was enjoyably concluded.
And the art of seeming to move forwards while actually moving backwards was born.
Cowardly, but so breathtakingly, unbelievably magic.
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JX
This is of course all fabrication and outright lies , because I have no idea at all how the incredibly clever inventor of moonwalking actually managed to perform such amazing magic, or indeed have any knowledge of who it actually was.
True moments of creative genius are rare.
In fact it is unfair to him or her that we do not all know the name of a person of such dancing originality.
How hard must it be to come up with something so new in the area of dance.
All the well known dancers seemed to become rich and famous because of their interpretation of already developed dance moves.
To me, it is as clever as developing the Theory of Relativity, and we all know who is famous for doing that. Although that has never given me any pleasure at all, unlike moondancing.
I hope that the creator at least made some serious money from it.
They should be given some sort of award for it in my opinion, because other people are given awards for nothing special at all.
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But it could have happened my way.
Especially in Hollywood.
I suggest that the lead part in my own particular version of moonwalking should be played by John Barrowman, because he is very sleek, lisson and a graceful as two panthers.
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J
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