Ok so last night I went out to Frisco to take a contemporary dance class at the new Power House in Frisco (yes, the studio has a location in Dallas, and having one in Frisco as well officially makes the studio FRANCHISE...isn't that odd and so cool at the same time?!)

So back in my company days, I danced for the Centre for Dance, a studio that broke off from Power House. For as long as they competed against each other, the two studios were huge rivals. Now, I came in not knowing any of this, but of course I took to the rivalry and had a bitter taste in my mouth over it along with a BIG something against Power House!... for no good reason- c'mon I was a team player, ok? Anyway, since my days in company, starting last December I believe, the studios joined forces again as the Centre girls humbly stepped out of their CFD sweats and waltzed on over to the Frisco location to compete as a new, combined team...a force to be reckoned with, I have no doubt. (where I'm confident there were some red, black, and white, top of the line sweats to jump back into in exchange for the CFD ones they previously stepped out of...sorry for leaving them pant-less for a while)

So I took a class there last night, like I said, because a girl who I used to dance with at CFD (she was a few years older) sent out a text to the masses about the class. Now I have never had a problem trying a new studio, and I didn't even have a problem trying a class at Power House, of all places, but for the first time in a long time, I got kinda nervous about class. I decided to suck it up and go though....I'll explain the weird feelers.....

So when I started at the Centre in 9th grade, I swear to you that it was by the grace of God alone that I made that team. I was a hot MESS and the most special of special treats! The worst one- like....bad, y'all. (The first thing you need to know is that the dance environment can be REALLY catty, as I'm sure you can imagine, and it's highly competitive in lots of ways- ability, strength, flexibility, style, body image, technique...it goes on.) We danced 6-7 days a week so I was there a LOT. We used to do combinations (short dances we learned in an hour) in class, and break up in groups and dance in front of each other at the end. We didn't count off into our groups though....no...we were chosen by how well we were dancing. The first group was the best dancers, and then down from there. Every week, without fail, I was in the very last group. I left dance crying on multiple occassions. Don't feel bad for me though! I remember my break through class where I was, yet again, called to the last group, but after I went, she had me do it by myself, but made me take my hair down to do it...I thought it was because of how bad it was, but after I did it, she told me it was the best I had ever danced. I cried. It was like music to my ears.  Anyway, I'm so thankful for how hard I was pushed and the opportunities I got as a young dancer to be in class and taught from some of the best dancers I have ever seen! By my junior year, I was an "older girl" and I had definitely earned my place on the team.

So getting back into a class that was SO similar to the ones I used to be accustomed to going to and being the very worst in was SCARY! We were stretching and conditioning before we started dancing and I seriously felt like a 9th grader about to pee my pants because I couldn't hold my leg up any longer ("you hit the ground before you drop your leg") or I one point I was about to slip on my own puddle of sweat. But anyway we got to dancing, and it felt just right again....at the end we did groups (remember from way back when) and I was called to be in the first group and then asked to stay after class to video the choreography. I honestly felt like, I was in that class again from 5 years ago, and was sitting on top of the world because she thought I was good.......Oh jeez......it was a weird, weird feeling haha.

If I figure out how to get the video on here I will.....but it's good to be back to being almost 20 again after having spent last night as a 14 year old...well, ironically enough, I'm off to teach some other little hot messes who remind me of myself. *sigh*...oh life..................I'll be nice to them though, maybe :) Bye for now, dear readers