We stand in the wings waiting for our turn to go on. Butterflies in the stomach set in. The lights go down and 21 of us men take our positions. We have our top hats and black jackets on. The screaming and applause has already begun. After doing this recital seven years in a row, I know that I have a following and some will seek me out as they watch.

The music begins with "Lullaby of Broadway" and we go through 80 seconds of high stepping and hat tipping. With arms stretched outward we retreat to the back of the stage as the setup song dies down. Now the jackets and hats come off revealing our hip-hop attire:jeans, pink golf shirts, and white tennis shoes.

Following a brief pause the high intensity of "Boom Boom Pow" begins. We are in three lines with our arms folded. " Gotta Get Get" is the first line of the song. The hip-hop routine begins. The noise level goes up in the audience. Quick motions are now the essence of the dance.

Brenna, our instructor, soon makes her cameo appearance as she jives her way to the front. She is then flipped head over heels to the back and disappears. 

Now comes my chance! We have 16 counts to arrive at our new positions. Mine is on the front line 2 from the middle. I head straight to the front making an accentuated spin move when I get there before cruising to my spot. This is my time and I love it.

After another 50 seconds, the stobe comes on as we shuffle toward the finale. This is where the "Boom Boom" comes in with booty popping to the music.

As we finish to a roaring audience, I realize why I do this. I can't think of a greater high than the cheers and congradulations give you during and after the show. When someone tells me, "You rocked!" I want to do it all again.

Treasure your highs. They are special in your life.

                                                                   Caring Person