...So, i guess i was never truely prepared like everyone else. No expensive ballet school, never really bothered with research to be honest. I just went along with everything else, like everyone else.
But the funny thing is, I could never see myself in a payed dance school, it just didn't feel right...
I started to dance when I was about 4 I guess, but as the years went on i drifted away from it. I always loved acting, nothing could make me happier at the time, I remember being in all the school plays, but it wasn't until I moved on to secondary school that I remember my true passion...dance.
It was the second week of the term in year 8, I was 12 at the time. I was walking to my lessons as usual, when I had a large group of girls run past me into the hall...but i thought to myself "Why that room? It's just an assembly hall." I peared my head around the corner of the door to get a look inside...and there they were, perfectly in time, dancing to a beautifal ballet piece known as Bagatelle. I lost myself in their movements, the majesty of their every move enchanted me.
So there it was, my passion for dance reborn.
As soon I was year 9 I could finnaly study dance BTech, and of course, i did.
Most students would rather spend their time outside with their friends, or up on the field watching the guys play football, But not me, there was nothing more ide rather do than spend the extra hour dancing.
We went through roughly 7 dance teachers in two years, it was hell.
But...no matter who they were, I always, always connected with the dance teachers. Nobody else did, it seemed like a pretty lonely job, but then i thought to myself, hell, if I could dance and only dance for the rest of my life, I would...wouldn't youI
Anyway where was I...oh right, year 11. The true year of dance. So, the end of year dance show was coming up, and of course, our NEW dance teacher knew nothing about it, and did anyone tell her? Nope, not a single word. So you guessed it, I told her, got the idea going around.
But wait...theres always one jackass who wants to step in and take control, but I wasn't gunna let that happen. I carried on with my choreography to the finnaly, 'Bad Romance', and waved their petty rants goodbye. Apprently I claimed it was MY show, well...it wasn't true. It was OUR show. Myself and Mrs Evans (Our dance teacher) put it together, made flyers, advertised etc etc...
So, showtime, the curtain went up..and the light lifted me, I lost myself in the routine, it felt like I was in another world until the music stopped...and that 1 second...that 1 horrible second of silence when the routine ends...and then the roar of hands clapping made me feel...alive. That one sound that says to you "Good job".
So, there i was, leaving school for good.
College, ahh college. I auditioned for Musical Theatre - Diploma Level 3. Knowing they only had 2 spots left, and that I was a late entry...I didn't exactly have high hopes. Boy was I wrong, shortly after the audtion I got the news, congratulations, your in.
The first year flew by, Pantomime was a blast (Cinderella) OH and the best part was the Musical (A CHorus Line) I managed to get myself a great part, Bobby.
With tears shed as the second years left...anxiety seeped into my gut..as I knew that would be us next year, moving onto Performing Schools.
So, here I am in the second year...its only been a week now and im already scared, for god knows what reason I was cast as 'Jack' for this years Pantomime, Jack and the beanstalk. Well...I guess I did something right.
With the Pantomime rehersals soon to begin, and open evenings to choreograph for, I guess i better end this random first blog...
Well...there ya go, thats me until now.
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