When I visit a public place like a hotel, restaurantgo th, cafe bistro, I will use their bathroom and if I am alone, will find myself dancing in front of the mirrors. After admiring their meticulous arrangement, sophisticated tiles, the opulent marble and shiny unconventional taps, I then check to see if I am alone.
If the coast is clear, I will dance. I will dance and imagine flat abs. I dance and imagine a thunderous clap from a global audience at my sold out tour. I dance and imagine the sequins shimmering under the lights. I dance in front of my imaginary back up team.
We are a decently dressed dance troupe. We sing songs that are uplifting, that honour families, that spread good cheer and we counsel many of the audience members that come to us for autographs. We travel across nations and heal the broken hearted whose lives have been shrouded in despair.
And when we take a few days off for rest, we reflect, recharge and reconvene.
The bathroom door opens and I stop dancing.
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