This Just In! Jazz Hands are Back!

My 15-year-old sister, Kristyn, stopped by my room last night so we could all laugh at how intoxicated some of our family members were downstairs. After a few minutes of heavy chuckling and impersonations, I mentioned to Cory that Kristyn's dance team (who just won State and who is going to compete in Nationals this February) had picked a good song for their jazz number: George Michael's song, Faith. We all talked about that for a bit when Kristyn threw in, "Oh, yeah. And jazz hands are back."
Cory and I stared dumbly with a look of What you talkin' about, Willis!on our faces.
"I'm serious," she went on. "They're back."
"But they couldn't be!" I said with a feeling of slight disgust. "Really? Jazz hands?"
"Yep," she said showing us a well mastered one. "I'm not kidding. They're back."

You heard it here first, folks!