It's a cold fall morning at New 42nd Street Studios, the maternity ward for most new Broadway musicals. Choreographer Nick Kenkel is standing facing a mirror, leading a crucial warmup. "Juniors!" he shouts.
A familiarly typed group of young Broadway dancers — lithe, enthusiastic, spring-loaded, ready for prime time — immediately leaps into action.
But Kenkel, who sports an exceptionally well-toned body, even by the lofty standards of New 42nd Street, already has turned his head toward another part of the studio.
"Seniors!," he barks, sounding not unlike Dame Edna Everage.
Wait. Actual seniors in the room?
Seniors dancing on...