On a recent Saturday morning at the Pearl Studios, on Eighth Avenue, the most labyrinthine of all Broadway rehearsal halls, one of the most beautiful and endangered of all New York sounds suddenly materialized: the shatter and thunder of massed tap dancers on a wooden studio floor. The chorus line of a new show was working on a new-old number, and the dancers, instead of being all-of-a-kind, post-Fosse giraffes and g…
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 11:33PM on June 1, 2016