brings me right back to being a little girl... and of course my dad would never be able to make it to any of my ballet performances... but it almost became a tradition... when my dad would come back from business trips overseas and I had just flown back from the Joffrey Junior ballet at the end of the summer... my dad would sit back with a glass of scotch- and put on this song... our song... and I would excitedly put my pointe shoes back on as I would show off my perfected Rond de jambes and pas de basques across the beautiful hardwood floors of the formal saloon with the fire place roaring... and my father smiling... always have been and always will be a tiny dancer- with my head in the clouds... living in my own little jazzieland...
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