The next big thing

The next big thing

“Stand up, and introduce yourself to the room. Don’t be ashamed we’ve all been there.”

So I stand up and say “My name is Razzle Dazzle and I am a….a…a…” I can’t finish the sentence. The beats, they’re starting. In my chest I feel them pounding, bmp bmp bmp.

These people are looking at me and they know. They know what I’m going through.

The beats are taking over.  I feel them move slowly but srongly down my legs. First my hips start swaying then the knees join in with a together – apart, together – apart motion. And now, the star of the show…the feet! Click…click…click…clickity clickity click clickity…

The other members of Tapaholics Annonymous started clapping their hands in rythym and…

Okay that was total fiction. But it could have happened if my older brother hadn’t came in and changed channels on the telly, all those years ago. I was watching one of those Sunday matinee musicals from back in day. I don’t know the actor’s name but he smiled a lot and had wavy reddish hair. Well man, he was tapping away to beat the band and his female companion was matching him click for click. 

The rest of that day I  spent clicking everywhere I went. I was getting good at it too.

Then life got in the way and I settled down, got my truck driving licence, you know the story. But I could have been the next big thing.

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