(SUSAN: I'm very connected with the music, and I'm feeling it in the moment, and I'm finding ways to express the...

...the groove!

What – what those musicians and the composer are communicating, I express it in a visual way, and I – it's just like electricity going through, and I am feeling the patterns and I am performing them and then I think, OK, that was great....

OK, that was great, that was great, I'm gonna do that again....)

Waiting for Sunday
My aunt will come over
She's gonna teach me how to dance (teach me how to dance!)
Teach me how to dance

Waiting for someday
When I get older
Waiting for someday
When I get bolder

The vinyl and the needle
Her high heels bright as beetles
A dozen doves, a baby grand,
Isadora’s waiting hand

(SUSAN: Um...and I am thinking, "Look at me." Because I know I've got something to see. So watch this, watch this, look at me. Being out on stage – I'm fine, I'm fine! I know what I'm doing. I have confidence. You should be looking at me! This is fan-frickin'-tastic! Watch this, watch this. I'm gonna do this now – and it's not just what my body is doing, it's what my face is doing, how I'm feeling, and I'm doing it all. So watch it. Don't miss it.)

Mi Mamá!
(Gueya!)
Su hermana!
(Isadora!)
Mi papá!
(Roberto!)
Su papá!
(Antonio!)
Abuelita!
(Fidelia!)
Mi tía!
(Chavela!)
Mi primo!
(Mishon!)
Y mi cuate!

Wada lee acha, wada lee acha
Doodley doo, doodley doo
Wada lee acha, wada lee acha
Doodley doo, doodley doo

Here’s the funny thing: there isn’t much to it
All you gotta do is doodley-doo it
I like the rest, but the part I like best goes:
“Doodley doodley doo”