Do you ever have something you just can’t put into words? You have a great experience and trying to describe it would minimize it. Yeah, that’s what happened here. I’ve sat down about 3 times with an empty screen in front of me to blog about the performance and my screen has remained blank.
When we rehearsed the songs Saturday afternoon, I did worse than I had done the night before, forgetting steps all over the place. My head was not in the right place so I prayed. Fortunately, I’ve got the songs on my iPod, and I decided to go find a secluded corner somewhere and run through the songs a couple of times. I asked Miss Crazy Outfit Lady if she wanted to come with me so we found a hallway off another hallway and danced on the polished school floor by an open window.
Because we didn’t dance before the intermission, I was able to sit in the audience and be a ballet mom and take a zillion pictures. The ages 3-5 ballet and play class stole the show wearing poofy blue tutus and leaping, skipping, giggling across the stage over and over again. It was a crowd pleaser!
I did it. Two performances. After my first song was over, I texted my husband and said, “One dance down, three to go.” I wasn’t exactly nervous. I didn’t forget any of the choreography and I wasn’t wobbly like I had been during dress rehearsal. phew.
People said it looked like I was really enjoying myself. Yes, I most definitely was! A couple friends said they cried through How Great Thou Art. Several commented how wonderful the multi-generational aspect made our dances. Yes, that’s one of the things I love about it–nine of us ages 12 to 60+. I’m the youngest adult at age 41. Just got an e-mail that said, “It was lovely to see you dance.”‘
I’m just treasuring all these comments.
Now that the performance is over, I am going to miss the extra time in the studio for rehearsal. What’s a girl to do?