Dancer?

Ever since the beginning of time I’ve known that my body wasn’t made to dance.

Well, not modern dance anyway. I know I’m a pretty nifty ballroom dancer, and more than one person has told me that I’m so easy to “carry” on the dance floor. I suppose I inherited that from my ballroom dancer dad.

But modern dancing is a completely different thing. The first time I tried it was in college, and I did in front of a gym-full of high school seniors from different schools. I had no choice, because I had joined an org and part of our role was to perform in the open house for the seniors we were trying to convince to enroll in our school. I also danced several times for our org parties. But I knew I looked awkward, and I only did it because I had to.

So tonight was another one of those “no choice” moments. For our team building street dance number, our team leader Winston ordered all us girls to dance.

And what do you know, I got another compliment I have never heard before. The guys, who were watching us, were actually praising me for being a good dancer! They even insisted on putting me on the front line.

At the end of the day we nailed our dance number but our play has not yet been rehearsed. Oh boy. Good luck tomorrow, then. I hope we don’t make fools out of ourselves.