All I can say is: How has it taken me eighteen and a half years to see Singin' in the Rain!!! It is so so good. Anyone who has not seen it needs to strap themselves to a couch with something yummy to eat and watch it right now. Literally, don't finish the post until you have seen it!
I have always wished I could dance. Every time I see someone dance, the wish grows fonder and stronger.
The Dances I love:
Tap
Ballet
Hip-Hop
Interpretive
Waltz
Slow
Polka
Jig
Irish
Musical
Jazz
Lyrical
Ballroom
Contemporary.
the list goes on...
Every summer there was a catalog that came in the mail from the park and rec for dance classes. I took ballet and tap every summer when I was four through about nine. I hated it every year. It was miserable. We stood in these weird positions and occasionally clicked our heels to make jingling sounds. I know plie, releve. that's about it. How I regret hating dance classes!!
I wish regret was something you could teach a seven year-old. A mother may say, "You'll regret quitting!" This means nothing. What then could keep them motivated to want to stick with something? I don't know. If anyone has suggestions, comment before I'm a mother!!
Anyway, dance is wonderful to watch and to do. It's beautiful to see. The act of dancing, I feel, is releasing because you have to let go of inhibition. It opens you up, if just for a moment.
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