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What was the last live performance you saw?

The last live performance I saw?
Honey, I didn’t just see it — I lived it.

It was a swing band night at St Andrew’s Street Baptist Church, of all places — a venue that looked like it was ready for communion but got baptized in brass instead. The band? “We Got That Swing.” And oh, did they ever.

From the moment the first notes hit, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a sit-still-and-clap-politely kind of evening. No, darling. This was a full-blown Lindy Hop resurrection. There were horn solos that could peel paint, a drummer who clearly had unresolved emotional issues with his snare, and a vocalist who sang like her soul had been steeped in bourbon and gospel.

And the crowd? Eclectic. Wild. Glorious. There were seasoned dancers doing aerials like their hips had warranties, and fresh-faced newbies trying to triple-step with the earnest confusion of baby giraffes on a frozen pond.

Me? I was somewhere in between — heels slightly too ambitious, heart beating in swing time. I danced with strangers. I danced with friends. I danced until my bun unravelled and I was barefoot, twirling in the middle of the room to “Sing, Sing, Sing” like it was the anthem of my life.

And when the last note rang out and we all stood there, sweaty and breathless, grinning like fools? That wasn’t just a performance. That was church.

So yes — the last live performance I saw reminded me that joy doesn’t live in the perfect steps, but in the glorious, chaotic swirl of music, motion, and saying yes to the moment.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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