Anybody interested in dancing? Now how about that? Yes, the man needs to be prepared. What about that? What about that? Or let any Nordic-Holy Progressive get in training and also to my restaurant here? But do you know who anybody to choose for said dancing now go? Did dance maybe two or three sets in the night? But the last they were supposed to teach us could be I should have asked you if they should. But now the board wants to choose for said dancing. We'll do it, have a wish to know about that size. Did be more fat, no rusher than their wooden. But now it has all shapes and sizes for said dancing. They use it as a fitness craze. But you see, somebody had to leave the shoulder. So you see a cam down to the saddest person in the said dancing scene was any. To embarrass the teacher to dance for it because of her enormous size, rearing. But she saw that for her since an affection magazine she went to write home some bats on the bed she'd ever seen. That magic fabric worked a tree beyond her wideest dreams. It compressed her 28 size bone into a pair of size 12 trees. Wait, with that magic control and there she turned it and slow. Where she sit and switch, with a confidence she'd never known before. But then she scooted around the floor, with a rapture in her face. Their music speeded up and everyone kept up that pace. Put the extra bounces that she did. Contained one bounce too many times. And it brought a final process from her tightly cooped up. Fantasticly tight breathing. With the magic fabric pasted, it was more than it could cope and the Levi jeans that she was wearing did it have a hole. But there was heat of ripping tear in songs after and one all nightly twang. As the Levi jeans that she was wearing exploded with her bed. With light and escaping wild hippopotamus, her boom burst into light and growing giant for cover. For it was not a pretty sightseller. Three dancers on the right were hit by an escape in sheet, torn in a coma until the following week. But any boom was lead, and as she swung some more, 27 set dancers were flattened under blow. But any was in heaven with the rapture of the dance. She left the floor and the music stopped without her backward grants. She had her taste of heaven. She was really in the groove. She went out in the baths, I strut the two jeans, which keeps us room to move. And with her newfound confidence, she came back far some more. And fat boom, she spited us. Well, this is for the turn of the floor. So let's hear it cheer for any of her. A set dancer up her own, who dared to flaunt convention and break that barrier down. So all we needed is a dancer, who was stabbed and he flushed out. Who's scoops around the dance floor, and deft away a smile.