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Boy named Andrew, given title Sir in dance academy AnC Dynamic Dance Studio, well, not really. Turning 15 this September, dark brown hair, large eyes, exceptionally large ears. Shy at first sight, very annoying once you get to know me; ask anyone who knows me, they'll know.

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Monday, May 11, 2009

De Most Awesome, Most Furious, Most Hyper-ish, Most Rad, Most OH-MY-GOD momment Dance Competition I've ever been pt.1

hey everybody, as y'all know I'm back officially, to writting blogs and all those crap I told you in the previous post. anyways, today im going to tell you about the sport i like most, ballroom dancing. Dancing is a very high class sorta sports, it takes patience and all those to become one of those sexy dancers on TVs, but I'm not what making this stupid post jsut to tell you it's hard to dance with a good reward in the end, I'm going to jump straight into topic and tell you one of the fiercest competition this year(2009).

26th February 2009, 4.07 p.m.
i, with my family of 4 were driving up the Genting hill, sorta thing. it was damp,misty, hazy, mysterious. i didn't have a good start on the journey though, when i got into the car and my mind was going crazy as i thought i forogt to bring my handphone, but it actually slipped off my pocket in the car WHICH i didn't see and rushed into the house to check. it was pretty messed up, you can imagine, my mom was screaming at me towards the entire journey to genting and i cant even enjoy music! HOW AM I SUPOSE TO GET PUMPED UP TO DANCE WHEN THERE'S NO MUSIC? but the truth it wasn't that bad, once the car goes up the hills of genting my sister turned on the Mama Mia! soundtrack she bought after the play she went to watch. it was okay, feeling nervous. I mean come'on, its not easy facing South-east Asia in the entire dancefloor you know. i was the first to arrive to genting, the people in my studio always have a habit of delaying their work and always arrive late, must be the chinese culture thing.

27th February 6.17 a.m. : Doomsday
again, i was the first to be at the lobby! I am the one waiting for the entire group, to think that i was late having cupcakes and choclate milk for breakfast. there i was, sitting on the bench, tired of holding these tailcoats, these bricks! so i waited for almost half an hour, and 3 quater of the dancers showed up, perhaps the 1 quater are staying in another hotel or simply sleeping like noobs !
so, as i entered the Arena of Stars(lets make it AoS), it was awesome, these platforms after platforms of seats keeps going down like stairs and right infront of them, a huge wooden dancefloor and further away, a massive black stage with huge curtains at the side. there were only a few people who just entred the AoS including my dancing friends, nobody was there yet, except maybe for foreign people from Thailand, Singapore and so on... so our team(3/4 of the studio people that is) put our bags around one of those dining tables for the night events and decided to change and start warming up. So we did, and there was my partner, being late as usual, we had a fight 2 days before the competition and we were cold......-er , to each other. after the effort of changing, i finally stepped onto the wooden dancefloor, and to find out it was friggin slippery, as in, FREAKING slippery. it's as if the people who prepared this dancefloor put lotion on it, every step i took almost got my tumble over my feet like some retarded kid. it was hard to practice and when i stopped to look around the crowded dancefloor, there was the sign of the company who sponsored this floor- Ekowood. Noob Ekowood.

if i wasn't mistaken(since i wrote this 3 months after the real event), at 8 o clock, we were to get off the dancefloor and out of the AoS.it was quite a pointless and a waste of time to re enter the AoS again, the organizers want us to make a line and enter through another gate so they can approve the tickets. Gee, seeing that Genting organizers are so smart that they didn't even realize the line was made of infinite Asian dancers! what a bunch of noob organizers.

now, im going to skip the boring part and on with the competition.

it was 8.56 a.m. now, and I was nervous, i had my tailcoat, black pants and a nerd-style hair on, i am going to compete in my first even- Novice Ballroom. it is the first time i've been in the Novice catergory, hearing from experienced dancers that Novice is a hard catergory just after Begginers, i gulped. to make things worse, i am the first to enter the dancefloor. as usual, my partner is squeezing my hand tight, and with the 'I'm-so-scared' catch phrase in her mouth, she went around the line looking for her friends and keep saying: 'Oh my god, I'm so scared, eek!' to me it seems that she just wants attention. and just before the first event start, she came back to my side as this guy, i call him the Starter(he tells us when to go and when not to go) he gave me the signal of starting as i walked out, proud and happy as my partner curtsee to the audience. so it was the first dance -Waltz. and only then my hazy brain remembred that Novice Ballroom consists of 2 dances only, the Waltz and Quickstep, so it shouldn't be a problem....

but i was wrong. the dancefloor was slippery, my Waltz used to be firm and stable, not much shakes and the poisture was good, but i was practically shaking and unbalance all the time during the dance. but overall my Waltz was OK, not to the worst yet. when the music stopped and we were to get to our next position for our next and final dance the Quickstep, only i remembered to put water beneath my shoes (to make it unslippery), but it was too late, we were moving onto the last dance now. the music started off nicely, and so was the dance.it was time we did something cool and special that was qualified for advanced dancers only, we were to do this step-hop sorta move and run the entire rectangular dancefloor. it was slippery and stepping and hopping aren't the best steps for this situation, as I turned to my third corner of the dancefloor, i tried all my best to manuvuer myself to continue step-hopping the thrid time, and that was when i tripped over myself.....

To be continued.



1 comments:

Michelle said...

i think this is the longest post i've ever seen in my life.