While it's not uncommon to see dancing fiends in the subway or on the street, this guy was taking it to another level. He looked a lot like Bruce Lee with long hair, and he was wearing some crazy 70's pants. He was energized by the crowd and dancing to the rhythm of fame. Below he pelvis pumps a phantom babe! C.A.$.H. = Catchin' All Sexy Honies. 
He appeared to be doing an extraordinary form of interpretive dance. He was definitely stopping traffic. Unfortunately, the Marquis did not see him. When I showed her pictures she furrowed her brow and noted, "So he was pretty buff?" Indeed, he was a specimen of anatomical perfection--no need to improve his Herculean physique.
Below, he clasps his hands and sends out a silent prayer to the gods of song and dance.
"Gods of song and dance, my feet are light as feathers, give me the stamina to dance a solo rivaling Kevin Bacon in Footloose, or maybe just this guy schoolin' it in Footloose:
Or that one dance scene in The Breakfast Club...
Or maybe just make it as good as Ricky dancing to "What is Love" in My So Called Life, episode 11: "The Life of Brian.
(3 minutes into this prepare to buckle your seatbelt.)
Okay, my last one; it needs no introduction:"
Churn the Butter? Cabbage Patch? Pump the Bicycle Tire? Same diff. A rose by any other name, and all of the rest that Romeo said to drop Juliet's pants. After all, when you're this good, what's in a name?
That's right. Walk away from the hot spot. You're on fire. Smoking footprints...
The best part was when he could no longer contain his energy and leapt up on the newspaper stand, shimmied the traffic light pole, and started doing chin-ups on the traffic lights. YES! SUCCESS! The Trixies came out in droves for that move. Check the playbook:
If you doubt my reporting, zoom in for a close-up. Chin-ups on the traffic light. Midwest Bank, you have my permission to use this picture as an advertisement for your no-overdraft fees checking accounts. However, the Trixies may hit you with a surplus charge.
You know I've been holding out. Enter the Dragon! "You have offended my family and you have offended the Shaolin Temple." Should I set up a Reader's Poll? Does he really look like Bruce Lee with long hair, or am I just being an asshole from the West, "All Orientals look alike." Obviously, the Dragon's more buff than our protagonist, Feather Feet, but they both possess cat-like reflexes and sweet moves. As evidenced in this picture, Feather Feet has the Dragon's blessing; he's channeled his sprit for a dance sequence.
I leave you with this concrete-slapping final breakdown shot (take note of the glistening back). The Bee Gee's put it best, "You Should Be Dancin'."
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I've seen this man in the environs of Division and Damen numerous times. Once he was wearing knee-high adidas socks and rocking his gyrobutt into the passersby like an overzealous child spreading jam on a piece of toast. Sizzle.
I can't help but notice you must have been REALLY CLOSE to get this final shot. Hey--is that your fluttering shirt on the edge of the frame?
Ah-Ha! As usual, Escape Goat, you display astute powers of observation. No, that is not my shirt on the edge of the frame, it belongs to the Fleet-Footed dancing wonder. He discarded his shirt and drapped it on the Free Press newspaper box because it was cramping his graceful style. You would have done the same. Clothes can't hold an artist back.
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