He got up out of bed like did any every other day. He put on his white denim pants and old, comfy T-shirt. He put his long, wavy hair into his white painter’s cap. He hit the town square, following the sound of the music until he arrived. Nobody knew him. Nobody asked his name. He was unremarkable. Until he started moving and BECAME THE MOST AWESOME THING THIS TOWN HAD EVER SEEN. You saw Footloose, right? This guy was BODYLOOSE.