Familiar?Since I'm such a ballet addict, I'll write about some amusing things that happen in my dance studio.
1. My dance instructor is hard to please. She has such high standards when it comes to the quality of our work that I end up being hard to please too. ah-ha. As in being highly critical about things. Just today, I was watching the previous class' ballet (the one before mine, silly) and the whole time I was watching her, she would frown so distastefully at every single mistake that it looks as though the dancers were utter noobs. Personally, whenever that happens to me I end up stumbling through my routine. Which is why I don't ever make eye contact with her whenever I have to do a dance routine *lol *
2. Last week, there was this little girl (Japanese, I presume) who stormed out of the studio (well, if you count stamping out with her cute lil feet as stomping) and sulked at the lounge area. Have you ever seen a little girl sulk? She's so cute that I bet if she were to randomly come to me, of all people, to tell me what's wrong, I would've cooed at her and go "ohh who's a good girl? oh yesh you areee" whilee pinching her cheeks and totally ignoring her cries. Anyschmooze, her mini friends later came out of the aforementioned studio and confronted her. She stubbornly said "I don't ever want to dance anymore. I want to quit!" whoa, such determination; such anger and decisiveness! And I thought to myself, duuuuude, that was me about 15 years ago! I swear, if I weren't me I'd go up to her, grab her by her teeny tiny shoulders, give her a good shake and go "Gurl, if you quit, you will regret for the rest of your life when you realise your true passion for dance! There is no cure for regret I tell you! No. Cure." Oh well, since I'm still me, I sat there with my friend and giggled about the cutie pies and their sordid affairs. However, the little lady's problem was solved the minute her friends suggested quitting after the concert. Then she will be able to "wear the pretty costume and put make up on and perform". She shrugged her shoulders and followed them back to the studio. Whoa, honestly, I do not know what to say to that!
1. My dance instructor is hard to please. She has such high standards when it comes to the quality of our work that I end up being hard to please too. ah-ha. As in being highly critical about things. Just today, I was watching the previous class' ballet (the one before mine, silly) and the whole time I was watching her, she would frown so distastefully at every single mistake that it looks as though the dancers were utter noobs. Personally, whenever that happens to me I end up stumbling through my routine. Which is why I don't ever make eye contact with her whenever I have to do a dance routine *lol *
2. Last week, there was this little girl (Japanese, I presume) who stormed out of the studio (well, if you count stamping out with her cute lil feet as stomping) and sulked at the lounge area. Have you ever seen a little girl sulk? She's so cute that I bet if she were to randomly come to me, of all people, to tell me what's wrong, I would've cooed at her and go "ohh who's a good girl? oh yesh you areee" whilee pinching her cheeks and totally ignoring her cries. Anyschmooze, her mini friends later came out of the aforementioned studio and confronted her. She stubbornly said "I don't ever want to dance anymore. I want to quit!" whoa, such determination; such anger and decisiveness! And I thought to myself, duuuuude, that was me about 15 years ago! I swear, if I weren't me I'd go up to her, grab her by her teeny tiny shoulders, give her a good shake and go "Gurl, if you quit, you will regret for the rest of your life when you realise your true passion for dance! There is no cure for regret I tell you! No. Cure." Oh well, since I'm still me, I sat there with my friend and giggled about the cutie pies and their sordid affairs. However, the little lady's problem was solved the minute her friends suggested quitting after the concert. Then she will be able to "wear the pretty costume and put make up on and perform". She shrugged her shoulders and followed them back to the studio. Whoa, honestly, I do not know what to say to that!
3. Not too long ago, there was this teenaged boy sitting at the lounge. Hormonal, I presume. See, there aren't many boys in my dance school. Just about everyone's female and the way I see it, he looked like he's ready to give up a million bucks if that was what it took to get him out of there. He sat there, all moody and anti-social, trying to blend in into the sofa. However, he did have sort of the best seat since he was facing directly into a studio. The studio that I use. darn it. So when it was time for our class, we went in and stripped down to our skintight leotards. And ohh-emm-gee, he was positively gaping. With his mouth hanging from his jaw. AH-HAHA. He looked so hilarious. Like he was in paradise. I caught the moment and smirked directly at him. He looked so embarrassed I could see him blushing all the way from the studio :P I just lurve making people feel awkward!
Apart from that, there's the odd thing or two that are not worth mentioning.
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