Belly Baby: Title? I Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Title
Okay, so the competition was today. There was the student division, duets, small, medium, and large. The crappy thing was that there are people in the student division that have obviously been dancing from birth or something, because they looked pretty damned professional to me, but whatever.
I messed up twice with my arms. I was nervous. Not from the dance itself, but the competition aspect and having professional judges and snarky audience members. One of the chicks that was in my class last semester said one of the meanest things tonight. She was out in the audience during our performance and said that she should have switched places with me because I obviously didn’t know what I was doing. She didn’t have the balls to say it to my face, but to one of the other dancers, and she thought I didn’t hear her. The old me would have knocked her down a flight of stairs and made it look like an accident. The new me told her that they were doing two for one pricing at my gym and maybe she and her husband should sign up. This girl has a super size helping of junk in the trunk, but not the nice, porn star variety. Then I turned, so much more effective with my new Beyoncé extensions in my hair, and walked away.
We took third in the student division. My teacher was shocked that we even placed. She derided her own choreography as being elementary, but the judges apparently liked it. She gave props to Shakira for introducing belly dancing to all the pop music listeners as her class enrollment has tripled.
There were no video cameras allowed (seeing as they were filming and are probably going to sell them for 20 or 30 bucks a pop), so you can’t see me screwing up. I am honest enough to admit I messed up, but I did it with flair………..
Edited: July 22nd, 2008
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