view it at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU74iPxuk1c
Everybody has a story. When i was barely out of the womb, my parents abandoned me. My dance partner found me in a wicker basket, stranded in a river of rubbish at the local tip.* My story, vaguely familiar to that of Moses. With no biological parents to guide me, dance became my beloved guardian. I practice day and night, perfecting every move. the music flows through my body and i become one with the backing track. So I'm stepping it up, stomping the yard and taking it to the streets all at the same time. word.
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