I am soooo right there with her. I mean, who knew that heel-toe, step ball change, toe-heel.... whatever.... could be so complicated?
Just like walking. One foot in front of the other. Okay. Cool.
Now do it, like, 50 times faster.
But, my friends, I'm feeling optimistic. Because, being there, learning a new skill, I'm not a mom or a wife or a nurse, or anyone else that needs to make things pretty for those around me. I'm just a person with two left feet.
Put us all out on a dance floor, and, suddenly, everything tends to even out, don't it?
Except for all the kids that got made fun of in high school for being effeminate and spazzy at the stake dances. All those kids are dancing circles around the rest of us.
To which I say: Good for you. I can't really capitalize on any of the reasons I got made fun of in high school, except maybe that 'dork' has slowly evolved to mean 'eccentric'.
Anyway, I'm having fun learning the steps. And checking out the clothes. Totally up my alley. This is the kind of stuff I'd wear everywhere, if I had the guts.
Or the budget. I think if I could do my life over, at this very young point of my life, I would have definitely invested more in tutus.
Ha! My favorite line? "All those kids are dancing circles around the rest of us."
ReplyDeleteI really feel like this statement sums up what I want to say to every awkward kid in high school (and, I daresay, nearly every kid is awkward in high school...to SOMEbody), something I wish I could have understood when I was the supremely awkward kid in high school (and college...ahem...). "Don't worry kid, you're gonna be dancing circles around the rest of us in a few short years."
Glad you're enjoying the dance class, Arianne! Break a leg! (or, um, maybe you just say that to actors? 'cause saying 'break a leg' to a dancer just seems like tempting fate. Maybe, just disregard that...)