Hello to all my avid readers(all three of you that is...)! Today, compared to most, was pretty average day. To start my day, I got up and enjoyed a glass of fresh minute maid orange juice(oxymoron anyone?). Then, after a mad rush to get out the door, I realized that I had to be at my show choir rehearsal at 7:30 instead of 7:20; therefore, I was on time for once. For the choir concert coming up, my show choir is doing a version of dance evolution. For this piece, it was unanimously decided that we would split ourselves into groups, and each group would have a separate song that they had to dance to. Unfortunately, the day groups were decided, I was running a little behind...consequently, my group was decided for me. The person I was chosen to dance with was a baritone, who like me, was tall, uncoordinated, and hated dancing. Furthermore, the group decided that we would be dancing to Elvis' "Hound Dog". To complete this horror, our dance was also decided for us (what kind people they are, not only did I not have to pick a partner, or decide what song I wanted to dance to, I didn't even have to decide what my dance would be; if you couldn't tell, there is some slight sarcasm here). The dance constitutes of swaying my hips, shaking my legs like Elvis, and pretending to play guitar with a Guitar Hero guitar. Simple right? Well me and my partner are at rehearsal and the group is getting ready to practice the song. Since we have not yet been supplied with our plastic guitars, I was planning on playing the good ol' air guitar, but oh no, that doesn't fly. The next thing I know, I'm holding a music stand upside down, while awkwardly swaying my hips and attempting to shake my legs at the same time. The only plus side is that I'm slightly more brave than my partner who is determined not to look like an idiot, and in the process, ends up looking like a bigger idiot than me.
Now, if you read this and aren't laughing yet, you apparently aren't envisioning the picture I painted for you. Maybe I'm wrong about this, but while doing the dance I could feel the eyes of the rest of my peers staring and laughing at what they had created. Maybe I was set up for failure...
P.S.
I was going to tell of the happenings of my band concert which was yesterday(may 3rd), but I got caught up in this story. So if you want to hear about it, I will soon post a side note with the highlights (it was quite an experience - lets just say, it was a concert like no other).
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Ok, first of all , your dance moves were made up for you because for the last 2 weeks, you have not come up with your OWN dance moves!!!!!!!!!!!!! And for the record - everyone's dance moves look like they are supposed to: random, regular people doing dance moves made famous by famous people, doing the best they can to have fun and entertain an audience... that is all. And I want to point out how great I think you are doing! You are right, your partner is very worried about looking silly - but the fact that YOU take the lead and make it OK for him to be silly, is the most awesome-ist thing I've seen all year!! You have matured so much Franklin - I think you are awesome!!
ReplyDeleteI now have proof, by your own admission, that you are late getting out of the house. *insert evil laughter here*
ReplyDeleteOther than That, really enjoyed the story (and Jen K.'s rebuttal)