Last night I went to my regurally scheduled Theater Dance class. As skeptical as I was two weeks ago when I first started taking it, I realized it was a great class and I could totally dig the choreography. It wasn't too over my head and I felt like I got a good workout.
Last night's class was especially full...at least 40 people. It was fine until we started a drill on pique turns, and everyone was falling on top of one another. I realized that my pique turns, particurally on the left side, need some work. I feel a ballet class in my future...
Most people who know me know of my obsession with A Chorus Line. It's my favorite muscial, I saw it on Broadway back in 1989 and I still harbour delusions of being in it.
Last night in class we worked on the choreography to "Music and the Mirror" which is the part of the show where Cassie tries to show Zach, the director and her former lover, that she still has her dancer's chops. It was surprisingly easy, but with 40 people in the room I had to be aware of what I was doing. Banging into someone while attempting a shanay turn is pretty gauche.
Anyhow, the routine involved all sorts of wacky jazz hands, and as I've alluded to in this blog before, without irony. There were also all these dramatic lunges and pauses. It was 1970s schlock at its finest.
I hope this doesn't turn into too much of a dance blog. That might turn some people off. But tonight I have tap with Germaine Salsberg. Should be good times.
