I'm a bit embarrassed to admit. But as a freshman in college, I took a Jazz Dance class. And for our final we had to choreograph a song.
This is the song that I chose.
This is the song that I chose.
And I choregraphed it in my tiny dorm room. Where no one could see. And I cried. Puddles.
My dance involved turning. A lot. And I felt good. Inspired.
Almost enough to actually dance my emotion in front of the entire class.
But my dignity overcame the emotion and I quietly hid in the back, hoping time would run out. Which it did. And I only had to submit the written version of the dance.
And I am fortunate that it is lost. Forever.
*P.S. this video rocks!
3 comments:
I have to admit, I just added that great song to my ipod. Running to it is almost good as a jazz dance. I really wish I could see your version - maybe at the next family reunion. I'll be sure to suggest it!
I'm pretty sure this is my favorite song of all time! Plus, I second Amy's suggestion to see your routine.
Our high school dance squad did a routine to this. I remember sitting in the football stands, in rapture, watching them move through the emotions I was feeling.
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