It’s like popping in that old Jazzercise VHS, only to find that the dance team is all NFL linebackers. Mountains of muscle and kinetic energy practically bursting out of skin-tight blood orange and Bing cherry leotards. Still, they’re graceful as all get-out. A full-tilt repertoire of Darjeeling tea chassés, garrigue hip pops, petrichor pliés, with jasmine incense and Tahitian vanilla shimmies. And just when you think they’re about to wrap it up, return to terrorizing opposing QBs, they start from the top—double-time. Try to keep up.
