I’ve always envied people who can dance. Not the freestyle social jiggling found at clubs and parties, but real, choreographed dancing. For someone whose limbs refuse to obey commands beyond basic walking and running, the lure of private tuition from the late King of Pop and his professional troupe was too great to pass up. Surely it would be worth the effort and indignity if I could just master the moonwalk. After all, Moonwalking looks like standard walking… sort of. How hard can it be?