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Sometimes, when i'm standing in line at the bank, sitting down by
myself at the cafe or even just walking down the street, i get the urge
to break into dance and start singing. I never do, of course, unless it
is a quiet street at night and no one is in sight. But during these
urges i imagine what it would be like and picture myself actually doing
it. For those brief moments the world turns into a musical, the bank
tellers smiles are genuine and brimming with emotion as they sing back
up "doo wops" and "ooh ahhs", no one in the cafe minds as i jump from
table to table and the light fixture doesn't even break as i swing from
it, somersaulting to the ground to a rousing applause and a free cafe
au lait.