The Chorus Line
The chorus line.
Shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, they strut their stuff. Mesmerizing. Dazzling.
Whirs of motion. Sychronized, moving in perfect unison.
Each one unique. Yet together, part of the whole. Of something larger than themselves. Something greater than the sum of its parts.
Sparkles and sequins. Gold-spangled tuxedos. A tip of the hat. A twirl of the cane.
Ready for the finale, the curtain call. The applause. Their time in the hot glittering spotlight.
Supporting one another, encouraging one another. A community.
For to dance is to live. To live is to dance.
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