Today my dance studio had our annual dance recital. I don’t know if any one of you have been through a dance recital, so let me tell you this: it is almost ALWAYS a hectic experience.
The day started relatively smoothly; I arrived on time, my hair and makeup were perfection, and all of my costumes and shoes were present and intact! Curtain went up at 1pm, but not without some hectic running around and yelling. I was only in 4 numbers, a small number for me, giving me ample time to watch the scene and also help out. And by help out I mean assist quick changes, do buns, and find shoes and costumes buried at the bottom of girls dance bags. While a few tears were shed here and there and a few shoes misplaced, Act I went on just fine.
The real trouble came with Act II.
To completely understand the chaos, I first must introduce you to my friend Salma. Salma is an absolutely beautiful dancer; she is naturally as flexible as Gumby and can turn like a top. However, she sometimes can be a bit of a hot mess. This was the case today, as half way through intermission she realized she had misplaced one of her costumes. And shortly after we realized that ‘misplaced’ meant at her house.
At my studio, no costume meant no stagetime. You were simply kicked out of the dance. When realizing this, Salma and I looked each other in the eye and grimaced. She can’t be kicked out! I thought. She is my best friend and she has worked so hard this past year, being her last year performing at my studio since she is a senior. We were determined to make it work.
Asking around, we salvaged a black leotard that resembled my costume (though it was purple, the pattern was the same) and a black skirt that we pinned to look like mine. It seemed to work! Luckily, Salma was in the middle of the dance practically the whole time, and the audience didn’t even suspect that it was supposed to be different!
After the dance, Salma and I embraced in a huge hug. We somehow managed to solve the problem! But, we couldn’t celebrate for too long: we still had the rest of the show!
My next and last dance was a ballet piece, a variation from Don Quixote. I was definitely the most nervous for this dance. It combined two dance classes, intermediate and advanced ballet, and on stage was the first time that we would be doing it together. If that isn’t the craziest thing you’ve ever heard I don’t know what is.
So, we all got on stage and the lights went up. The beginning was going well until suddenly I see a hair piece fly on stage from the corner of my eye. Without stopping smiling, my mind began to race. I don’t care what anyone has told you, but if a hair piece of prop falls on stage it is chaos. Suddenly, everyone begins looking at the fallen accessory instead of at the dance. I had to do something.
I finished my fouette double pirouette and picked up the hair piece while running of stage. I somehow managed to wink at the audience in doing so, trying to make it seem like part of the dance. (After the show was over I would hear that I even did it on the music! Shout out to a dancer’s natural musicality I guess haha!).
I suppose the hair piece was somewhat of an omen; the rest of the dance was similarly chaotic. Bodies were crashing into bodies and formations were definitely NOT center. But, I guess we all had fun onstage. Amidst the chaos I could not help but smile; I was dancing on stage to a beautiful song with people I love. Though it was crazy, it was certainly a fun filled few minutes. I just probably won’t ever watch the video!
So, I guess my recital, despite being hectic, was a pretty fun experience. There is nothing more fun to me than putting on makeup and dancing for hours on end with my friends on stage. Performance is truly a treat, and though today was a little crazy, I would not trade it in for the world.
But for my own piece of mind, I must say: to all the dancers reading this, ALWAYS remember your costumes and ALWAYS pin in your hair pieces!!!
This is the end to this My New Philosophie memoir because I have to go watch the TONY’S!!!!!! OMG!!!!!