Dancing
Dancing and performing had been a portion of my life that I’ve never forget. It is not simply because it’s important but it is because it’s something I love. I have been missing dancing lessons lately… Year 12 just puts an end to my passion of dance.
You would think. What about now? You can always dance again. There are lots of things that are currently restricting me from dancing. As much as I would love to start dancing again, I have to think about my Mom’s opinions, money/funds to continue, other events on the way. I guess in a way it’s really frustrating but in another it’s good.
Those Year 11 and 12 dancing lessons I had. Mastering the splits. Karaoke class where I can learn and teach dance almost at the same time. Being able to learn hip hop, jazz, tap and ballet all at the same time with Miss Gatt. Those freaking 30 minutes warm up that made my muscles hurt all over the next day. Complaining about clothes of dance attire every dance lesson. Slowly “forgetting” my imperfection and just DANCE.
I realised that after not dancing for… 3 - 4 months, I am slowly losing my flexibility. I hardly have any time at all to sit down and stretch myself. However, whenever I listen to songs, I would sorta move to the music. It’s weird. Like I still have the passion for this but it’s slowly fading away. So sad…
I WANNA DANCE AGAIN!
But where? When? How?
I want real dancing… REAL dancing.