Or maybe a tap dancing bandit. I can't decide what I should be called.
This is how the story goes. This afternoon I invited Michael (first year grad) to my studio to visit. At one point I got out my tap shoes and being that I am an entertaining individual I put them on and tapped my little heart out. I then decided to go out into the hall and tap for the people in the common/critique space. Unbeknownst to me there was a painting critique going on around the corner from my studio. OOPS!
Oh well, what can you do? Like Kevin Bacon in Footloose sometimes you've got to dance even if it's considered a sin.
Ahhhh... to be a rebel (or bandit).
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