i was greeted by melanie when i walked into OSchool! bleahhh didnt know that she actually took lessons there for around 1 year plus. so i asked her about reggae, and she was like, "ah i dont know. reggae's just not my kind, im more towards hip hop you know?" sian. hip hop classes are like booked fully in the webby and i couldnt fathom WHY. i think it's coz of the boys.
then i walk into my class, and it was filled only with girls.............. -__- siansation.
next, i think im one of the three older ones among the many teensy-boopers there. siansationsss.
i thought my dressing was very bad. there were girls wearing fbts and skinny jeans and like shirts that has those cute graphics but theyre all skintight kind! not those baggy ones u expect a reggae (rare-gay) dancer to wear. there was this mixed feeling of relief and irk (is irk a noun?)--- relieved that i wasnt the weirdest-dresser for once and then irk that there could be people who could actually dress with no sense. how can one dance fluidly and with ease in those skin tight clothes?! so ahlian fashionzzz.
n we had to do those eat shit kinda warm-ups that made me realise i am quite out of touch. there was this one exercise when we have to lie on the floor and stick our legs in the air and when you look in the mirror, mine was the only one that was 45degrees and wobblin, the rest were like straight in the air like they're born to stick legs in the air their whole life. PLUs i was the only audible one with all the grunts and 'shit's.
dammmm sia sway.
n i dont know why i was so silly to cram with all those girls back in the second row!!! i wanted to act shy but i think i was quite stupid. couldnt see my reflection at all!!
dance*hit another girl's arm*sorry!*dance. wahlao the other girl didnt even bother saying sorry back. like im at fault for hitting her arm when we were both cramming for the same space?
then we had to do this step which requires quite alot synchro and i dont know why my arms and feet just dont move the way i want them to! like URGH! i look suuuuuper skinny in the mirror compared to the teacher and another quite pro student (who ought not to be in the class since she's so pro). i think i more suited for chinese dance (those like float here and there kinda thing). and not, tribal jamaican monkey's kinda dance--reggae. still, *i must stick thru!
there was this step that requires me to swing my arms wide, like "im covering a blanket over somebody" and then it was so crammed at the second row (there were only 2 rows), i thought the girl next to me would have smelt my smelly armpits. i was so courteous can! i said eh sorry i think my armpits quite smelly. she just smile at me! haha.
but that move backfired on me coz u know why! *drumrolls* the biggest embarrassment...
the girl and her friend came up and ask me what's my age. i said 19 and their friendliness like zoom-vanish. one of them just cooly replied, "oh. we're 13" OMG!!!I THINK THEY THINK IM 13!!!! so embarrassinG!!
RAHHHH so sian!
i think of people like jamie, karen, melanie and i feel alittle like toad want to eat swan's flesh except that in this context, the swan's flesh is like the stamp of approval that janet CAN dance.
blah haha. i need to buy like some baggy trousers!! an an (the reggae instructor) was like saying to me, "eh close your legs" but actually i closed them already, it's just that my knees dont look closed up together with the trousers im wearing. i think she realised also and then she kinda push it aside.
so that's it. my first attempt at dance class. complete mortification.
JANET JANET GO GO GO!
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