AJ Dance Legacy

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“WTF!” Location to be emailed the day of the event by 7 pm.  “Really?”

“That’s like the raves from old.”  A friend mentioned over the phone.  Yeah, the raves of old that your friend did not fly over 3,000 miles to attend.  You think to yourself when riding from the airport. Your thoughts lost on the whereabouts of the discreet venue.  As the minutes inch closer to the said time, an uncomfortable emptiness is felt. A general admission ticket purchased online reads location: TBA.  Trust is treated with caution. But life is an adventure. Right?   (more…)

Time to Holy Ghost Stomp!

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“DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW YOU SMOKE?”

Everyone standing in line can’t help but to overhear. 

“I’M INDIAN. He continues, “YES.”

Why must their voices yell directly into your ear?  From behind you a queue stands twenty deep. 

“AT LEAST, THE LINE MOVES QUICKLY,” Agrees the guy who must be heard above all else.  His accent hurls across the frigid air on a balmy Friday.  Underneath dancing stars, in the warehouse district of Langdon, Washington, your ID is checked and your body patted from bottom to top.  Twice! (more…)