Friday, May 16, 2008
What happens in rehearsal stays in rehearsal..
Well dress rehearsal went as planned....badly. They were trying to get every class in for photos the same time that the rehearsal was going on, but the photographer was taking her dear sweet time so a few dances got rearranged which made it fun trying to run all over trying to find each and every girl to re-update them as to when they were doing what. The performances were marginal, but they always say that a bad dress rehearsal means a good performance. In our case tomorrow should be GREAT. Not to mention it was hotter than u-know-what in there. A bazillion little girls, half a bazillion big girls, a ton of frantic, fussy mothers.... holy cow it was chaos as usual. And hot. Im going to bed now. Im pooped.
Dress rehearsal jitters

Oh man. I've danced and performed for 20 years, and yet now that I teach... Im not even going on stage, I get worse stage anxiety than I did performing! I know it's cuz I want my girls to do well, and I know all but 1 will. We had a mini-dress rehearsal for just my older girls last night at the studio, costumes looked great, everything is coming together nicely... I'm just a bundle of nerves. Definitly not the day to have another 64 ounce diet coke. (that was yesterday, i was WIRED)
The studio offered positions for me to teach two more classes in addition to my 2 pointe classes in the fall. Just the regular ones not pointes. I'd have the older competition team and a beginner middle school class. I hope my husband lets me do it!! If we make it to Alaska by October then I cant, but if we stay for another winter then I can... I guess we'll see what happens. Sigh.
The studio offered positions for me to teach two more classes in addition to my 2 pointe classes in the fall. Just the regular ones not pointes. I'd have the older competition team and a beginner middle school class. I hope my husband lets me do it!! If we make it to Alaska by October then I cant, but if we stay for another winter then I can... I guess we'll see what happens. Sigh.
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