“Before Michael could walk, he was feeling the beat. Michael told me that his mother, Katherine, recalls him imitating the oscillating movements of the washing machine when he was a small child.

Michael had taught himself to dance in Florsheims, and in his mind he feared that if he tried to dance in anything else, he would lose the magic in his steps. 

‘These are the shoes that my family could afford and what I learned to dance in,’ he went on to tell me. ‘I don’t care what you do to my clothes, just don’t touch my shoes. These are my dance shoes. I love my shoes. Leave them alone.” 

- Michael Bush, costume designer
I’m not going to spend my life being a color

I just can’t, I just can’t, I just can’t control my feet…


Heavenly Father, thank You for setting me free in every area of my life. I declare today that nothing can hold me back. I declare that I am free from sickness, poverty, lack and addiction. I declare that You have set me free and thank You for freedom and discipline in every area of my life. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

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