“But, I can’t even dance to this!”
Him, “just live in the moment.” ::grabs my hand::
Next thing I know we’re in the front of the stage, the only duo on the floor, while everyone else watches. A live band was performing and the lyrics were unfamiliar to me (mainly because they were in Spanish), but still I sensed the vibration and passion that was amplified by these musicians. He takes the lead and starts twirling me around, pulling me in and out of rotations, and before you know it, we were salsa dancing.
The last time I felt like this on a dance floor was when ?uestlove was performing at The Florida Room. This place was a go-to spot in Miami on nights, in my case Mondays, to just chill and unwind and drink $12 vodka tonics (with 2 limes). During winter music conference (my favorite time of the year in Miami, Art Basel is a close second), guest DJs would come in each night, and ?uest was ending the week by performing on a Saturday. There aren’t too many opportunities to say this was the best week ever, but this by far is in my top 5 list.
The Florida Room was designed by Lenny Kravitz, had the feel of your basement turned into a speakeasy and later dance club, with lights just dim enough to see silhouettes swaying around. Five of my closest friends who just so happened to be music lovers, came to experience the beauty behind ?uest’s art and as I can only speak for myself, this night was pure gold.
About twenty minutes into his set, I spot a photographer taking pics of me dancing. It was genuine, as if he appreciated what he saw so much that it needed to stand still in time. A few songs later, we ended up dancing and I felt the music and energy literally move through me. Music tends to do that for me. Once I’m in it… I’m in it.
I love researching the producers and composers of songs that move me. ?uest has a beautiful way of piecing together his songs which creates art. His set is his signature. He blends cultures, inspired by his travels and exposure to the world, and as a result, no one in the room is left standing still.
[This is beginning to sound like an ode to ?uest. Maybe it is. Alas.]
In both instances, I let go of every inhibition I had and let my dance partner take the lead. In both instances, I felt an out of body experience, and I didn’t want it to end. Reflecting on these moments that involved pure dance, partly inspired by Rihanna – my new spirit animal, I noticed I was no longer in control.
As a coach, most times by default, I’ve managed to subconsciously build systems in my head to be in teacher mode more often than not. There’s a time and place for this, and I learned the dance floor isn’t one.
Not everyone needs to be coached in every moment.
Fall back, live and don’t forget to dance.