In a Dancer's Car

It was another rush day that I had to do so many things but dance. It was pretty irritating when I had to do a lot of work in a very limited time without having a chance dancing. For my light head for a Friday like this, I wear my chestnut scheme color to kick start a day. After parking at the university fence, I started looking for matching shoes. And the devil began laughing.

My white polka dots on black shoes looked so funny on my today's dress both style and colors. My brown shoes were removed from my car many days ago when I had to drive across town with load of bags and thingy. The other options were not very good either. All I had in my car were dance shoes; 5-inch high glass-like heel stripper's shoes, flat flimsy black leather jazz shoes, pure white jazz shoes, and glittery Latin dance shoes!

What a day!

Dance shoes only meant for dancing. I don't wear dance shoes for other purposes if not necessary. Well it was only 4 hours away before I had to run home for changing my dress to wedding reception. I finally wore polka dots and really felt funny. At least my feet were comfortable and my dance shoes were saved for the dances.

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Double Versions...Double Fun

All in a day’s dance, many choreographers seem to have alike minds. It may be one of their desires to make the dance better than others and the desire of showing how talent they are. I don’t go to many different dance masters because of many of my limitations of time, responsibility, and memory although it is a challenge and of course the fun part. To me, dancing is unlike others in sport; even some may not see any difference from dancing to aerobic exercises. I personally have definition for dancing as sacred movements of divinity that ones move from inner soul and spirits. One of my dear dancer friends said “When we see dance performance, it always a pleasure. But the feeling of the audiences is incomparable to those of the dancers. Dancers are the ones who have the most dazzling moment and inner joy.” I completely agreed with her.

Recently, I have two versions of “Step up II’s Low – Flo-Ri-Da” which one was from Master Nareen and the other was from Kru Pol. I love both of them but it seemed so confusing to memorize different versions of dance steps for the same song. Nothing is more enjoyable. The best part was the difference in creative dance styles of different variations. When the music played to the “chorus” at the verse “low..low..low..low”, in one version, it got to body wave from head to groin and reverse. The other was to quick jump to stand on two feet with hands rolled upward beside the ears and back to half sitting with hip swing back and front. They are all in only 4 counts or half a bar.

My legs hurt and my hip hardly move. It obviously shows whenever I walk, especially when I walk up or down the stairs. I think I cannot dance but when the music plays, all the pains are magically gone. The dances make the pains go away until the class ends. Removal of dead skin from both of my feet has become regular and the muscle pain seems to be close friend. Nothing is compared to dancing. The whole world is far apart and the world of my own is mesmerizing me.

Waiting and waiting for the mystical moment. I try to get myself to sleep and dream of those dances of divine.

As I massage my legs to relieve some pains until the next dance.

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