Nate here. You need to know that back in the day, I was not into dancing. At high school and church dances, I was completely mortified at the thought of grooving out to the fast songs, so I sat or stood around until the slow songs came along and I could wipe my sweaty palms on my trousers and ask some girl to dance. In other words, I was lame. At BYU I tried to break out of this. I took a tap dancing class (yes, this is a fact), and after Michelle and I got married, we took a social dance class. Both classes pulled my GPA down. In social dance, I believe Michelle got an A and I got a B. It's taken being a dad to help me cut loose. These days, I like nothing better than a dance party in the basement or an impromptu dance party during the closing credits of the Friday night movie, jamming out to "Duh-Dut and Dance" (that's our censored version of "Shut Up and Dance") or the Coco soundtrack. You should really listen to " Jálale " - it's our ...