10 : 40 am. Little suspended moment. I am working. Theo Lawrence is searching chords and lyrics on The Old Barn Playhouse Paradise, a song he wrote on a place in Utah. He’s been there for twenty minutes, I don’t hear him, he sings very softly and I am concentrated on something else. All of a sudden, I look up and say to myself : « The minute of dance is now! ». Quietly, I start dancing trying to be as discreet as possible. Eventually he notices my presence.