Sometimes we talk. About anything. And everything. It’s part of the dance community, any community I suppose. And with that, you learn about people or that person, their concerns and intentions, but you learn.

Thoughts about politics, opinions on crime, sports, the weather, that lady with the red dress on. I talk, you talk, people talk, everybody is in on this. Some gossip. It’s human nature.

If it’s informative and entertaining I’m focussed. It rarely isn’t, and usually, it’s about the next party, or music, or any subjective uhh subject.

But the conversations that really get me listening is about the state of this nation when it comes to crime, specifically the drug scourge in Westbury and that vilest of vile sins, that incident at the Dros.

People from this dance community are aware of and concerned about what’s happening. And with these conversations, we get a different view at the problem, a new solution. A new respect for that individual.

But we won’t know this unless we talk, and there’s little time to do that, but in a few minutes – more than 15 is a luxury –  I get to know the humane side of people who, from a glance, are all about dancing pleasure.

So, thank you for that conversation. Sometimes that’s all the pleasure that is needed. Ohk that’s a lie, but you get what I mean.