well, shock of all shocks, the 4000 fine participants of the cincinnati national youth workers convention didn’t make me do “the strobe” (my signature breakdance move from 20 years ago). in austin, the crowd totally surprised me in the middle of my story by demanding (by relentless cheering) that i exhibit my total lack of skills. i was a bit more ready in anaheim, and they coerced me again, with the added surprise of a fat beat thrown in by our media peeps.
so this morning, i was assuming it was a done deal. but no one called for it. and i sure wasn’t going to say, “oh, you have to see me do this!” it was the strangest thing, and i was completely disoriented for about a minute, as i continued with the story, wondering if tic was going to come on stage and demand i do it, or someone at the sound board would just play the stupid music overtop of my speaking, or something.
believe me, i’m rather happy to have had such a nicely docile audience at that moment.