[verified] — Knee Dancing (1988)

Elena paused. She tested the joint. The dull ache that had plagued her for weeks had been replaced by a warmth, a feeling of blood flow and engagement. The muscles around the joint felt tighter, protective.

By 7:45, the room had transformed. The initial awkwardness had melted into a bizarre, hypnotic syncopation. The six students moved in a orbit around Beatrix, a carousel of knee-bound dancers. They spun on the pivots of their shins; they dipped backward, arching spines in ways that looked illegal for the human body. knee dancing (1988)

For a second, she was dizzy, untethered. She wasn't an accountant with a bad knee. She wasn't a woman worried about her mortgage or her mother’s health. She was a centrifugal force. Elena paused

Elena walked out into the cool night air of 1988. The neon sign of the video rental store buzzed across the street. She walked to her car, and for the first time in a month, she didn't favor her left leg. She walked with a glide in her step, a remnant of the rhythm she’d found on the floor. The muscles around the joint felt tighter, protective

"Good, Elena," Beatrix said, gliding past her. "You are finding the low-gravity groove."