"I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losing control. 'Cause the power you're supplying, it's electrifying!"
It all started with Google and the keywords "dance studio"/"dance school". Next thing I knew I was debating with myself whether to call, to email, or to just send a text message to this dance studio I've never heard of before.
Late last year I've started dancing again. I found this studio in Quezon City which offers hiphop classes for a low price. It was too far from my place so I really didn't get to go there frequently, but just the same, I enjoyed the two dance classes I was able to go to. When 2011 entered, I included in my new year's resolutions to dance again. And last February, I was able to get a head start for it.
I started searching for a dance studio that's either near the office or near our house. I was able to find one near the office, although they offered ballroom classes. I was hoping for some hiphop classes, but since I'm not new to ballroom anyway, I thought it was okay. I thought about it for days, weeks, if I was going to continue and enroll in this dance studio. (The discount played a huge role in the decision-making process.=P) I searched for everything I could find about the dance studio before deciding to make a call. That was a Thursday, then Tuesday the following week, classes had begun.
I was nervous at first because I didn't know what to expect. The only thing I thought about was that I might be the youngest in the class, I mean since it's ballroom and not a lot of teens are into that unlike if it's hiphop, right? It might be hard to make new friends. I was right, and I was wrong. I was right that I might be the youngest among the students, until there was this two guys who I think were only in high school or college. But they didn't last, so I was still the youngest, although the scholars of the studio were younger. The scholars though weren't students like us, so I think that doesn't really count. =D
It was really fun. Even if our class wasn't that close to each other, even if I knew nobody in the class, I was having fun. The fact that I always have fun whenever I get to dance could be one of the reasons, but still, you wouldn't have as much fun if what you're actually doing and the people you're with isn't fun. I started looking forward to every class that we're going to have, and I didn't want it to end. So when they opened some new classes, and after checking the schedule, I enrolled once again, and I found myself at the studio every night from Mondays to Thursdays. It was only 1 hour per class so it wasn't really that tiring, it was just right. :) I also got to make new friends; my classmates were really nice. :)
The teachers then started talking about a recital in May; an inter-studio recital. It got me really interested and thought I would really love to be involved with the recital. There were some what ifs, and is it possible, and some other issues here and there, but still, it happened. If there's a will, there's a way, right? :)
I knew being involved with the recital will be fun, but I never knew that it would be SUPER fun. Practices were tiring, they end later than the usual classes, but we really didn't mind much. I would choose being tired over dance practices than being tired because of office work at any day, any day at all. :)) We got to learn a lot more about ballroom dancing, and, one of, if not the best, part of it all, is we got to make friends with a whole lot of people. Yes, more friends! There were different groups of dancers for different styles of dances, and I believe our group was the most bonded. I got to be with the most wacky, but super fun to be with girls in that recital group. We also got to know the other scholars more which was really nice because they were all super nice too, and we got to meet other people from other groups as well. I know we all worked hard for this recital, our teachers made sure we looked good, they were hard on us at times but it was all worth it, and nevertheless, we all still had so much fun, and I'm sure I speak for everyone there.
After all the late night practices, rehearsals, costume fittings, pep talks and stuff, the day of the recital came. It was bittersweet. Everything was too good to just end, but one way or another it was still going to happen. I was excited for the recital day to come, but I wasn't really ready yet for everything to just end. I didn't even want recital day to end! Excitement and a whole bunch of nerves and adrenalin were kicking in, 'til it was only a few hours left before showtime. Everyone was all glammed up, dressed up, picture takings were here and there, everywhere you look someone shouts "picture!", and everyone's got smiles on their faces. The studio was introduced, and then it was time.
One thing I noticed while we were all performing is that suddenly, it was like everyone totally leveled up their performances. We were all doing great, we were all having so much fun amidst the nervousness, we were all smiling even if dance steps were forgotten. I wouldn't even mention that I forgot some parts of our dance...oookay too late for that now. As a result, we gave the audience a beautiful and awesome show. (That is based on their comments after the show of course! Plus a bit of being biased. =P) Our director was right, you would be proud to be part of that studio because of that performance. Majority of us were students, some who haven't really danced until they knew about the studio, but we put on a great show. I could say nothing more but thanks to all the great teachers, mentors, scholars, co-students, new friends, and just everyone who were involved. I only got to swim once this summer, and it wasn't even out of town. But this has got to be one of the best summers I've ever had. Thank you, Studio 116. I'll see you guys again, soon. And...'til next recital! :)
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I almost slept with my hair done and make up still on. =)) Super feel na feel ko lang ang itsura ko kahapon, it was my first recital ever eh. =P
P.P.S
I don't have pictures yet. Will try and update once I got some. =D
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