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Enshanteled

Today I'm doing something I normally never do: I write a tribute. A very small for a small man who is doing great in his element. You also need time to write a tribute in life bloggers.
The little man, this is the Homme-age are dedicated to the beautiful name Shantel. And he can within minutes hundreds of people to dance. This is his art. Last Saturday, he enchanted me with hundreds of others in verdigris. Since
get there, has come on time wisely to the announced start of the event, has won twenty minutes in the queue stood, finally enters the room - and he's already there. And even makes music. Shantel has brought us the Balkans in the legs and Bukovina in our Heart, mixed with party beats on his mixer. Sometimes he even sings a bit himself. But first a few times he jumps down from the stage on his desk is set up like an altar, and hear from here and heard from since, and asks through the microphone, whether the sound is so fine. Sure, you want to dance so immediately. One can not help it. I've never seen filling a dance floor so quickly. It is, yes, but also to pee or not to smoke because Shantel Balkan Klangpotpurris nice trigger the body resistant to the movement, the legs of one-acts and shape the face into a permanent smile. Really, I have never seen so many happy faces while dancing. After 25 minutes, the first jumped onto the stage, or the little man Shantel she got up to, he obviously likes to move among his subjects. And he dances, too, very elegant and minimalist, his whole body in the beautiful light suit a single rhythm. Now and then he jumps onto mixer to the cheering crowd to watch even from above. And the amount he testified her love, in a six-hour non-stop act with highlights on the run. Even dance on the balcony above them, there is simply no escape from the dance, the music always grabs playfully to the legs. And as the first season of the dancers after four hours of continuous movement exhausts the establishment leaves, is out there for an hour the next batch of snake and is happy that she can finally clean, and even the addition and the going-in the narrow corridor is done rhythmically, not even the doorman can stand still. "Disco disco Partizani!" And the mysterious Queen of Tasmania remain as mantras of the evening. Dankel, Shantel.