Are IDS reporters allowed to dance on the job?

Well, I sure did.\nI was on my way to the Union Board tent to see the DJ show when I heard the bass from Balkan Beat Box -- from three blocks away. I had promised myself that I would save them until tomorrow, but I just couldn't do it.\nI managed to wriggle my way through the leaping crowd and see the guys of the group. It was love at first sight. Two saxophone players were absolutely wailing away. The drummer was without a shirt and was running across the stage, dropping ashes from his cigarette as he ran. The turntable guy actually jumped up onto the table. There is no other way to describe the adrenaline than to just shout, "HELL YEAH!" I had heard that these boys were good, but I had no idea.\nI took notes and pictures for as long as I could, but the temptation was just too strong. The camera went into the bag, the bag went on the ground next to me and before I knew it I was whirling and twirling away.