What better way to respect the band and its music than to get up and dance?
Thank you, Lord, for providing me a place to sit near the rear of the park during the concert. Had I heard the people complaining about kids dancing, I’d most likely have been ushered out of the park.
How horrible and boring their lives must be to impose their dour attitudes on others. Then again, maybe they just had horrible childhoods and are just jealous?