First thought walking into Sevyn’s dance class: Oh great. I’m the non-dancer of the group.
Second thought: I picked the wrong day to wash down an Egg McMuffin with an ice coffee for breakfast.
Truth be told, unless you count my Caribbean influenced hip-whining or me shaking my money-maker, I’m more of the “two-step” type of chick versus the “8-count” style of gyal. So when I recently received news that singer Sevyn Streeter was hosting a dance class in New York City in lieu of her new single “Shoulda Been There,” and that I (of all people) was assigned to cover it, I did what any rhythmless, pseudo-health enthusiast does under stress:
Poured a huge glass of wine and prayed for the best.