Chelsea tossed last night with Manhattan’s Juggling Workshop, twirling NYC’s spring at a 23rd Street loft. Juggler Mia Chen taught three-ball as 40 spun, a $15 class for nimble hands. It’s borough flair—pure Chelsea vibe, pins hot. A kid dropped a club; a pro nailed a cascade. ‘Manhattan juggles—this is it,’ Chen says, tossing props. The room turned circus.
The shop’s fresh—March 15’s kickoff, it doubled since RSVPs, packing mats by 6 p.m. Chen’s a Flatiron spinner; last night’s crowd hit max—balls flew. A latecomer nabbed a set; rhythm clicked—NYC grit glowed. Catches hit the ceiling—skill ruled. #NYCJuggling trended; Brooklyn wants a pin.
Some griped—’Too tricky,’ sniped a newbie, dodging drops. Space pinched—latecomers stood; flow held. A ball rolled—nabbed quick; tosses rolled. Queens wants a turn, but Chelsea owns it—spins rule. The loft’s never juggled so bold.
Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s hands—this lifts ‘em,’ she says, packing gear. The shop’s a Manhattan win—grit meets flair. It’s a juggling rush; join the next. Bring a ball—tosses call.