All the students that are not in class are pressed to the glass window of the fish bowl to see what new creation is in process for the company.
As I watch some of my favorites, MDB, Lil Red, Dreads and other dance wonders perform physical origami, I shake my head and wipe my nose print off the glass.
I step back to the sign in desk and sign in. I turn to Not David 4.0 and explain that I have mislabeled him. He is, in fact, 'a' David - but not 'the' David....so he is now David 2.0. He laughs (probably thinking WHO is this crazy lady?) and says "Well when David and I both work behind the desk we call ourselves Double D."
Side Bar: Is he looking at my breast?
Menty: Did he just call me fat?!?!
Class is full and we start our barre combinations right way. MDB, of course, must fuss. Class is not class if MDB isn't poking body parts, pushing limbs, holding legs, correcting posture, pointers and positions. I am afraid I will come in and she will have a crop in her hand.
Our combinations have gotten more complicated....our Starbucks menu of cuisine has expanded. And instead of that nervous pit of stomach feeling, I have a newfound confidence that if I screw this up....I will be ok. I can only do my best......so when we have frappes with an added eleve or rond de jambes with alternating fondues....I don't freak out. I just settle in and do it.
And then my friend, Leize of Rahkshanda asked me to do Hip Hop which is after Ballet I/II. I'm tried and sweaty, but I pulled on my gym shoes and stayed. Now I'm BIG on counting - not because I can't find the rhythm but because I like to know what's happening WHEN. I do fine with musicality, but not if I don't know the song.
So Mr. Afro is teaching us and I'm counting. And he won't give us the counts....and I ask for the counts so the things that I'm screwing up because I DON"T KNOW the counts....would be helpful. He says it doesn't matter.....
Side Bar: He didn't just say that...
Menty: That's what I heard....
Side Bar: He didn't mean it....
Menty: Ummm....no, I think he did.....
I count in my head anyway....and he is encouraging us as we move further along in this combination without counts, guidance and confidence....oh sure, we're moving....we are just fucking it up.....and then he picks faster music....so we are fucking it up DOUBLE TIME!!!
I asked again for counts....Mr. Afro says "You are an advanced counter."
Side Bar: What'd he just call me?
Menty: I think he means retarded...
Side Bar: I think everyone can count to 8....
Menty: Apparently not...we're advanced...
Mr. Afro says we look professional...and we are all hitting the marks....
Side Bar: We are all fucking up at the same parts so we ALL LOOK FUCKED UP
Menty: That is my interpretation as well...
Side Bar: Please blow more smoke....we are all ears....and advanced counters...
Class ends with Mr. Afro telling me to just let all that counting stuff go and it will be easier if I come back to class. I stop short of asking him if he's talked to MDB about how sale techniques :)
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