If you’ve ever been out to any event with me where there might be any kind of good beat going on, you know that it is practically impossible to stop me from dancing like my fucking life depended on it.
I love music. I love dancing. I love move my body because I find it very liberating. It’s awesome and fun.
So you’d think that being in a show where I actually get to dance and sing and play would be awesome, right? Well, don’t get me wrong, it is, but one of the main reasons I love to dance is because I don’t have to think. If you’ve ever been to said events where I have been dancing, you also know that I am an absolutely spaz on the dance floor who just comes up with random shit and simply pretends no one is watching when I go for it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but I’m always having fun.
Problems arise however when I have to turn that dancing into some kind of choreographed, cohesive ensemble piece. Now I’ve got to remember where my feet have to go, what my arms are doing, SMILE, breathe, keep singing all the words to that song you just learned and be on pitch. In other words, I have to think.
No, that’s not right.
I have to think and not make it look like I’m thinking.
Sheesh. I get frustrated pretty easily.
We preview the show tomorrow for about 25 students and I’m a little worried, but slightly exhilarated at the same time. Shakespeare, musical theatre, rap, improv: not exactly my strong suits, but I’m learning something new and I have to be patient. That said, how fantastic that I get paid to do this?