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Even if you trip and fall, it's not the end. Get up off the floor. Dust yourself off. Keep dancing. No need to feel bad. You're allowed to enjoy the music. As long as you're alive, fun is permitted. Nobody is perfect. There's a funny little guy, or maybe a funny woman waiting for you at the end of the hall, if you manage to get that far. When you arrive you can shake hands and dance with them.