He stepped onto the rink but hung onto the low hockey wall till his feet remembered what to do. Over the speaker a voice announced the next number was a jam, so join or stay out of the way. A string of guys formed, like segments of some enormous caterpillar. They leaned into the center on the turns, every step a lunge forward on the beat to “Move It” led by this amazing looking guy in Rasta dreads, shiny green shirt, and jeans plastered on.
Shiny Green
