Bubble Beat

A strip of clear bubble wrap was stretched across the coffee table like an open dance floor. No way I was just walking across it. I squared my stance, dropped low, and threw down a quick one-two heel tap. Pop! Pop! The crisp snap echoed right off the wood. That was my beat! I broke straight into a rhythm routine, shuffling sideways, pivoting on my left boot, and stomping each swollen air pocket right on count. Pop-pop-crack! Plastic flattened under my soles, blasting out snappy percussion with every spin. Finished with a clean two-boot landing. Routine nailed!