Went to rehearsal last night, where I find that the choreographer has inserted me (and three others) into a dance number in which we were not previously included.
I'm most definitely *not* a dancer. Most of the moves are within my grasp, but my timing is atrocious. I turn half a second after everyone else, and I'm gallumphing around like a maddened wildebeest.
I'll just try to stay in the back and not kill or maim my dancing partner.
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