Call them free-spirited or spontaneous, one thing that I’ve learned about dancers, is that in general they are not particularly partial to organization and sticking to schedules. Don’t get me wrong, my peers in the pre-professional dance company I travel with exude talent and are generally professional, but when they are together they are together that passion undergoes a synergistic reaction resulting into chaos. Every time we attempt to form a conscious on a decision, I’m swiftly reminded why direct democracy is not a thing in America. Consequently, I was a bit apprehensive last year when I was one of the dancers put in charge of choreographing our goodbye dance to that year’s graduating seniors; a job that entitled wrangling all fifty-sixty