January 6, 2007

Nothing left for me to do but Dance…

Filed under: Happy, My Life — happychick @ 6.38p01

Hobbies are a funny thing. They really are. I’d liken it to love. One person/thing inspires another. It brings our passion, lust, enthusiasm. I kind of pity people who don’t have a hobby of some kind. It’s like they’re missing the feeling that others get- the feeling you get from one activity that stirs you to the very core.

I’ve had a passion for dancing since my Mum convinced me to give it a go when I was nine years old.

I still remember it clearly- believe it or not I was a little shy back then. Self conscious, body conscious, skin conscious, hell, I could have been the poster girl for “introverts-r-us”.

I didn’t want to try new things. Netball season was over and Mum was trying to get me involved in some kind of social/physical activity. Not that I can blame her. No-one wants to raise a recluse. So she gets a flyer in the mail, and asks me if I want to give dancing a go. Well, of course I gave her the “Are you mad woman? Just let me be!” look, and thinking back now, I probably hurt her feelings.

But still she made me go along. It was hard at first- I was the eldest girl there, I had little to no coordination… I felt hopelessly out of place and I knew my face was beetroot red.

But after the first lesson, I went back.

I guess, deep down, even in that stage of my life, I’ve always been a show-pony. Well, for lack of a better word. I love the stage. That’s my favourite thing of all. Being on a huge stage, all by myself, smiling and winking and basically showing off to a judge, and then hoping to God I get a place against all the other girls who do the exact same.

It’s the sort of rush you have to get used to. An acquired taste.

I mean, I remember the first time I ever went on stage. I’ve never felt anything like it. A hundred people scrutinizing your every move, laughing shamelessly when you fuck up- it was crazy. I never knew I had such thick skin. My partner Alex and I did a jazz duo to “Can’t get you out of my head” by Kylie Minogue. We got second, and from the moment he gave us the medal, I was hooked.

Every year after that, which makes it about 7 years now, I worked my ass off in order to be on par with the kids I competed against. We were always the underdog. Our school was just new, and not half as prestigious as any of the other posh, strict dance schools.

But I’d never have stuck with it if it weren’t for C. She’s not only my dance teacher, but one of my closest and most trusted friends too. If I was ever in trouble, and I couldn’t go to my Mum, she’d be there for me.

I know how strict and cruel other dance schools are, which makes me a hundred times more grateful that I found C’s. The atmosphere is so relaxed. I found that many times I preferred to be there, in the cold or the heat, with the ants and the hard concrete floors, just because I felt so part of it. I don’t know if that makes any sense.

Knowing that this year I won’t be going back, it kills me. Knowing that I’m losing my technique and my fitness too- it hurts. You might think “But you’ll be doing ‘Dance Studies’ at school”, but it’ll never be the same.

In all honesty, I loved my dance school because I was good at what I did- in fact, for many years I was the best. Until I moved, of course- yet another reason why I resent this town.

So I’ve ranted on far too long about my “hobby”. You can tell a lot about a person from what they do in their spare time. Wonder what you think about me.



  1. dancing has always been food for my soul and sanity! 😀

    “You can tell a lot about a person from what they do in their spare time. Wonder what you think about me.”

    i can tell you are one talented lassie chick! 😉

    Comment by Mayang — January 6, 2007 @ 6.38p01

  2. I’ll be fine.

    Comment by labrat777 — January 6, 2007 @ 6.38p01

  3. do you dance on your feet or on your hands?
    i dunno why these chickens are dancing round my head?! eeerrggghhh put down that brick!

    Comment by Keith — January 7, 2007 @ 6.38p01

  4. I can just imagine seeing you on stage…..don’t give up the dance. You don’t have to be in school, you can be in your room, anywhere. Dance like there is no tomorrow….who knows there might not be one.

    Comment by Sandra — January 7, 2007 @ 6.38p01

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