One St. Patrick's Day I was photographing on a side street where a marching band rehearsed, awaiting its cue to join the parade. The signal came, and they all began to move--except for this young boy. I saw him framed by his older band mates, struggling to hold on to a pair of large cymbals as he adjusted the plume of his hat.  Suddenly, he looked at me without a hint of embarrassment, and his awkward movements took on the graceful, confident form of a flamenco dancer.