You have been there. Band is cranking out your favorite tune. You feel the beat. In your mind you are doing a mean audition for “You Can Dance” but in the real world …
you don’t move.
O.k. Maybe a small toe tap. Anything more would give away that you didn’t own the dancefloor. It owns you. Your rythm is a equivalent to a 68 chevy 48 months past a tune up and 2 months from the grave.
Jace, however, does more than move on the dance floor … he owns it.
When the band starts playing his mind clears and its just him … the band … and the music. No obligatory spasms of rthym or uncoordinated jumps. Just a head bob in perfect time that exudes a coolness few could hope to attain.
Alone.
That’s probably the most interesting part. When Jace hits the zone w/ the band its just him and them. People can poke him, run into him … doesn’t matter. He steps aside and resumes the head bob.
Is this the Fonz 2.0 (dance skillz included). Perhaps I am a bit biased … but the truth will play out over time. Till then … Rock on Jace … Rock on.
You can check it out for yourself in the video below (~15 seconds in you will see the man in action).
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I admire his coolness towards the persistent blond that just won’t seem to give up. Keep up the good work.
Such focus…so it begins…another dancer among us. Remenber, “We are the dance, Jace!”
Is this this the Kartos wedding? Do you know Nick?
That it is … Nick is now a “Brother” of the Bauer posse. Although he probably would prefer us to take on his posse tag.
Nice move Jace!