I’ll Take Jazz Hands Over Sexy Hip Thrusts Every Time

The day I learned I’d never be a backup dancer in any capacity

Photo by Aditya Ali on Unsplash

The year is 2000. I am 14 years old and struggling to learn the choreographed dance I’ve been shown for the tenth time by my air band drama group.

Limp Bizkit’s “Rollin” pumps gallingly through the small stereo on the stairwell leading up to…