I know that for me, on the dance floor, I am quite possibly at my least graceful. I might be surrounded by only air, but it may as well be oatmeal as far as my awkward, uncoordinated limbs are concerned. About the best I can hope to muster is a horribly dated 'Robot' that may or may not be in time with the beat, if luck goes my way.
And so it's with some dismay that I report that technology has once again surpassed my meager abilities. Yeah, robots can now boogie with the best of us.