“So…uh, what is Morris dancing again?” Layla asked the man sitting in front of her second hand, obsolete, VHS camcorder.
“It’s a traditional English dance. My group does it at Renaissance Faires across the country and sometimes as far as Canada.”
“Yeah…cool. Could you say that again, like, ‘Morris dancing is…’ We’ll edit this video later to get my questions out, so if you could answer my questions by restating them, that would be super helpful, ok?”
“Oh yeah, of course. That’s good. It’s like a documentary or something, right?”
“Yeah, sure, something like that,” she said and waited for the pony-tailed man to start again, but he just sat there looking at her like an expectant puppy—well-meaning and confused, but obviously too stupid to survive without help. “So, what is Morris dancing?” she asked, this time with what she hoped was not too much of an edge in her voice.
“Oh jeez, right, sorry,” he said and cleared his throat, “Morris dancing is a traditional form of English dance. My troupe dances a border-style morris. We’ve travelled all over the United States and Canada, performing mostly at Renaissance Faires, but we occasionally will perform at schools or various other heritage festivals. The real dream of ours is to get over to England to perform with some of the troupes over there. It would be a real honor since none of us are natives.” Read more