I doubt it’s a coincidence that both the remake of Fame and the new television show Glee debuted within weeks of each other. Dancing has made another pop-culture comeback, and in the grand tradition of all movies relating to performance arts, I got overwhelmingly inspired.
Remember in Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun, when Sarah Jessica Parker gets up in front of her new high school class (yes, this was young and effervescent SJP) to introduce herself, and says that she “just loves to dance” with a wistful and dreamy expression that is met with silence and stares from her new classmates? I gave a similar speech to Ken, followed by how much I wanted to find a class in Orange County, and he too blinked at me for a few moments before shaking his head a little and smiling.
That’s right. Runner’s Delight is getting her groove back.
I started last week by attending a late-night (fine, nine in the evening, which is a pretty late start time for a working girl) hip-hop dance class, just to get the body moving again. After a year and a half of not attempting to stretch, my flexibility resembles that of a newly bound hard cover book, and typically beginning hip-hop classes do not require that you be Gumby in order to look good.
Of course, I had forgotten that hip-hop classes do require something to look good: that you be cool. Oops. There was something about the way the instructor and the other students be-bopped in their uber Ecko street shoes while I resembled a prancing, emo My Little Pony in my Chuck Taylors…or perhaps it was my runner’s ponytail instead of the messy ‘do the rest of the ladies were sporting, or the way my clothes were fitted instead of baggy…whatever it was, I did not exude cool when I walked into the room. Dork, yes. Even gangly, if that’s possible for someone who cannot always see over the counter at un-short friendly stores. Everyone else, even if they could not remember the routine, at least strutted around with attitude. Where can I get some of that?
Despite my un-hep cat status, I still had a darn good time. Music was loud, steps were funky, and I have an uncanny ability to laugh at myself while also continuing to try. And I got to sweat, too! A winning situation in my book. I may not be up to Fame level yet, but that’s not to say I won’t be in my lifetime. I’ve taken a lot of dance class in my life – maybe this time is when I’ll discover I have raw talent.
This week’s challenge: jazz class. Wish me luck.
Need more light reading on dance classes? Check out my studentstuff post here!