Category: Personal Narrative
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“There are no Black people in Riverdance”
There’s something magical about “Cry of the Celts” playing loudly over one’s surround sound, or better yet, the speakers from the stage. The rich sound of heavies (the hard shoes that sound like tap shoes) drumming against the floors, the thrum of the violins and drums reverberating through your chest. It is a sensation so visceral and…
