Sure, maybe the girl below me looks like she'd rather be doing anything other than participating in this dance recital. Its entirely possible she could be taking a nap. A little siesta. But the 6 year old me, I lived for that shit. Costumes and dance routines and music and makeup. The more diva the better. If I could get away with making everyday a tap shoe, dance recital, loud music, crazy headband kind of day, you bet your ass I'd be wandering into work this morning with a purple tutu and a smile that won't quit.