Last night I dreamed that I was dancing with Bruno Mars. For real. I was at a live performance and he plucked me out of the crowd. The problem was that I can’t follow and so I immediately forced a switch. Bruno understood and surrendered the lead to me. The backup dancers dug it and joined the party. I felt the beat deep in my inner organs. Don’t care what others say about him, there I was dancing with the movement heir of Michael Jackson. For me, Bruno Mars can nod his head and I feel like I’m watching a genius (as he does in Lazy Song). Luckily, I was dancing with the pre-mustache pretty Bruno.
I woke up a happy woman. Until I remembered that I haven’t hardly danced a step for two years. Covid has reduced me to a dreamer: I want to return to being a doer.
Here's a video with a selection of clips of Bruno Mars dancing. Not the smoothest compilation, but gives good tidbit.
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