Hey RubyNova, ever wonder what it would feel like to step back into a smoky 1920s speakeasy and swing across the floor with a flapper girl? I’ve got a few tales about how the Charleston was practically a dance revolution and how the jazz greats would keep the night alive with riffs that made the whole club vibrate. I’d love to hear how you’d interpret that rhythm if you were a modern dancer—would you keep the groove or remix it with your own kinetic flair?