Broadway Jazz
I just made a mistake that cost me two hours of my life.
Sean is out with work this evening and I couldn't go dancing this morning so I thought I would make up for it by going this evening.
At 6:30pm I went to a class by Ramon very similar to my usual class. All well and good (in fact it was an excellent class). As Sean wouldn't be back until late I thought I'd stay on and do another class.
There were two available: Funk or Broadway Jazz. Hmmm. Funk. Broadway Jazz. Looking back the choice seems obvious. I know what Ramon would have recommended if I had asked him (like I would have done if I hadn't been too scared). However I chose Broadway Jazz.
The class seemed a bit odd when I went in. It was mainly young girls and a lot of them appeared to be dancing in heels. Zac (the teacher - I had him once before as a Ramon stand in) did a 10 minute warm up (with Ramon we do almost an hour warm up) and then said let's go through a routine.
OK, so we didn't do a proper warm up and it was to Broadway music but a routine must be quite normal, right? Well.... I hadn't done a lot of the moves for a while (flick your hand a bit, step on your toe and put your knee up) so I wasn't expert, but Zac seemed to just do them and everyone got them instantly. I was confused until I realised that they were practising a routine that they had been doing for the past few weeks for the dance show at the end of the year.
The whole thing was a complete disaster and as I didn't know the routine and can't go to the show anyway I felt like a bit of a wolly. Had I been 13 I probably would have cried. However being an adult, I got on with it and tried to enjoy myself and counted the minutes down.
Still 2 hours gone, no dancing fun and no exercise (it was more posing to the music than dancing). Next time, funk. I console myself by thinking that the funk class was probably practising for the show too and their routine will have been hard.
I just made a mistake that cost me two hours of my life.
Sean is out with work this evening and I couldn't go dancing this morning so I thought I would make up for it by going this evening.
At 6:30pm I went to a class by Ramon very similar to my usual class. All well and good (in fact it was an excellent class). As Sean wouldn't be back until late I thought I'd stay on and do another class.
There were two available: Funk or Broadway Jazz. Hmmm. Funk. Broadway Jazz. Looking back the choice seems obvious. I know what Ramon would have recommended if I had asked him (like I would have done if I hadn't been too scared). However I chose Broadway Jazz.
The class seemed a bit odd when I went in. It was mainly young girls and a lot of them appeared to be dancing in heels. Zac (the teacher - I had him once before as a Ramon stand in) did a 10 minute warm up (with Ramon we do almost an hour warm up) and then said let's go through a routine.
OK, so we didn't do a proper warm up and it was to Broadway music but a routine must be quite normal, right? Well.... I hadn't done a lot of the moves for a while (flick your hand a bit, step on your toe and put your knee up) so I wasn't expert, but Zac seemed to just do them and everyone got them instantly. I was confused until I realised that they were practising a routine that they had been doing for the past few weeks for the dance show at the end of the year.
The whole thing was a complete disaster and as I didn't know the routine and can't go to the show anyway I felt like a bit of a wolly. Had I been 13 I probably would have cried. However being an adult, I got on with it and tried to enjoy myself and counted the minutes down.
Still 2 hours gone, no dancing fun and no exercise (it was more posing to the music than dancing). Next time, funk. I console myself by thinking that the funk class was probably practising for the show too and their routine will have been hard.
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