Tuesday, June 09, 2009

So You Think You Can Dance!

About 20 years ago my sister Norma Jean persuaded me to take a Wilton Cake Decorating class with her. She was and still is the type that would prefer to make a birthday cake as apposed to buying one from the sacred beloved bakery. It’s no secret how much I love cake, but I hate to bake. I am certain God created the bakery just for my benefit. I took the 8 wk class with her thinking if I actually knew what I was doing that I would like it better. WRONG! My cakes were the ugliest, worst tasting creations ever eaten. Anyone out there thinking of becoming a food network star, don’t worry about me. I’m one less competition for you. It took everything I had to finish that class but I did it. Every week I walked in and started watching the clock, counting the minutes till I was free of the cake Hell. Take note: This is probably the only post that you will ever hear me associate cake and Hell in the same sentence. You are probably wondering what cake decorating has to do with dance, aren’t you? Well, here it is.

My dear friend Melody teaches a Hip Hop class. She has been after me for years to take her class but I always found other things more important to do, after all I can dance or thought I could. I usually listen to 95.1 when I’m listening to the radio but when I’m in the car with Queenie as a compromise we listen to 104.3 which plays more of the top 40 as apposed to the rock that 95.1 plays. While listening to 104.3 one day I heard the song “Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) by BeyoncĂ©”. I loved the song! Queenie said the video was even better so I looked it up on YouTube and she was right. The video was great. It had me jumping around and in an all around peppy mood. I asked Melody if she would teach me this dance and she said if I would take her class she would teach me a few of the moves, so I signed up for the 6 week long Hip Hop class on Monday nights. I was so excited till my first class last night. I got there, walked in and everyone was wearing really super cool dance leotards and some even had those special dance shoes. I thought I looked pretty special too, after all I was wearing my Kid Rock special addition cover of the Rolling Stones T-shirt and my sky blue silky shorts. I didn’t let those girls intimidate me with their dance outfits. I was there to dance, not model. Melody came in and called roll and as I suspected most of the girls there had taken dance for several years and just wanted to get back into it or they were currently taking other dance classes. I think there was only 3 of us that had no professional dance experience. We started with the warm up and I felt pretty good. I could touch my toes and most of the other stuff too. I was doing OK with the warm up and stretching then it came time to get down to it. I can dance or thought I could till last night. When it comes to dancing in a choreographed routine, I just plain SUCK! There is a big joke between me and Melody regarding something called a Jazz Square. We once took a Jazzercise class together and every time it came to that damn Jazz Square I managed to get my feet tangled up and fall. I have no coordination. Last night it was the Jazz Square/Cake decorating class relived. The whole time I was fighting back tears and the urge to run away from that place. I kept repeating to myself “I will not quit”, “I will not quit”, “I will not quit” and I’m not. I will learn this Hip Hop thing if I have to repeat the class! I’m also going to find a video camera and film Melody so I can practice at home, after all I do love to dance!