Picture yourself in a leotard, stockings and heels. Beyonce's Single Ladies is playing in the backgroundand you're doing choreography quite similar to what the fabulous Miss B does in her music vid...
only you're on a stage.
and the other performers do this sort of thing far more frequently than you do.
and it's freezing.
I think I have voluntarily agreed to put myself in that exact same position, with two days to learn to move like Beyonce.
Is this even possible? Sould it be allowed? I'm not sure.
With not much to do but try practice around my dining room table [trying to avoid eye contact with the TV - Desperate Housewives starts soon...] in my p.j's and ugg boots, I set to work.
But alas... the moves that I tried so hard to piece together in rehearsal this afternoon are GONE, and although I phoned the choreographer to try to jerk my memory, I feel more confused than before I dialled out.
It seems that despite all the years I dedicated to the dancing that was [many years ago] my life, over the phone, it seems like pure gibberish. Could kick myself for not making a video of the routine. damn damn damn damn...
So I'm hoping that, should I not crack it tomorrow, muscle memory will wriggle in front of the adrenalin and help me out... [did I mention I'm already stiff? surely that's not a good sign?]
I'm not sure that the other dancers, let alone the audience/corporates/who ever else catches a glimpse will find the whole situation, and any potential mistakes quite as hilarious as I do.
Me. Leotard. Tights. Single Ladies. Stage.
TELL me someone else feels the humour!? ha ha
Oh, would you look at that... TV time.
Better go make some tea.
Cross any spare fingers you have for me PLEASE!
Hoping for success,
Dreaming of Daisy Fields...
R
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