A/N: Never imagined to see an update on this one, eh? I like surprising people. ;)
DISCLAIMED
The Evolution of DANCE
Asking the age of dance is a rather idiot thing to do. Within the thousands years old cavern painting of the great Navajo's, atop of the King's throne chair in ancient Rome, inside Mimiko's dance studio in Honshu is evidence of dancing for unimaginable years. Whether it started as some ants in the trousers of one English man, or the boredom of a Viking teenager, it started. Who are we, as mere copiers, to comment on such an endless inspiration? Something that has been followed and reborn for decades? Imbeciles I say.
Ms. Yokano, are you or are you not just the same?
You shimmy, twist, and probably jiggle, your way on the dance floor with your closest friends on Girl's Night. You write those boring lectures on the chalkboard with the elegant strikes of your rather large and manly Gorilla-hands. You speak with the sharp movements of your ginormous mouth. Aren't those all dances? To write a one paged report on all of the evolutions of dance…well, that would be quite impossible in one weekend.
So now, I shall leave you with this knowledge to think to yourself, "how could I be so ignorant to such plain examples of various dancing every day?". And after you think about that, I want you to take your Gorilla-hands and write a nice, big, red A+ on this page. Thank you.
-Len Kagamine
P.S: Mikuo TOTALLY didn't write this for me, so don't even bother asking! Like, seriously, all me! No joke! So, please don't ask… Like, for real. Don't. Seriously... Just don't...Ever.
A/N: I couldn't find any "Evolution of Dance" reports online so I had to write my own, that's why it's so bad. XD
~That button down there, she likes it when you hit her REAL hard, right on the "review" part...~