Hey there adoring fans (Tree Sarvay)!
As most of you know, I’ve been a dancing since I was 5, and then got paid to dance by age 21…
Just kidding! This is actually a picture from one of my first paid gigs. And yes, I am dressed as laundry detergent. This is what happens in musical theatre…just go with it.
I’m in this weird place where I do still love to dance, but am pretty sure that I want to pursue other things in life. I’m ready to explore the other crap that I’m into. I really like comedy, and writing, and improv, and possibly producing, and drinking wine, and throwing Christmas/Oktoberfest/Toga parties, but haven’t picked a direction to go in for my new career. While I’m still working on that, I have missed dancing and the way my body looks and feels as a dancer (just look at that picture…no not the one of me…the one of those 2 Daddy-left-them-when-they-were-7-plus-30-year-old-metabolism-and-gravity-hasn’t-hit-them-yet-pole-dancers, they’re hot!). As you all know, I’ve started taking ballet class on Saturday afternoons, which is making me totally happy (and given Duane Reade a rapid spike in Aleve, IcyHot, and Sierra Nevada sales), but I have been missing good old fashioned jazz class. Which is why when my roommates suggested we all take Intermediate/Advanced theatre jazz class taught by none other than the Randy Skinner, I said OK.
All you need to know about Randy Skinner
1. He’s a badass old school “song and dance” choreographer (think Fred Astaire’s twin…or son…I’m not really sure how old Randy is…so maybe he’s more like if Gene Kelly* and Fred Astaire* got legally married and had a son…via surrogate Shirley Temple*…after she turned 18 because no one wants to be accused of “date-surrogate-rape”…that baby would be Randy Skinner).
2. He choreographed a bunch of musicals including White Christmas, which I performed in the holiday seasons of 05′, 06′, and 07′. Side note: he has not hired me since which I don’t hold against him. I’m sure it was just some mix-up with casting…or they finally found that box of props I drew penises on.
3. Any time Randy teaches a class in New York City, 400 people show up and 399 of them are there in the hopes to get hired by him…
and this was the component that made me a little weary taking class. I haven’t seen a lot of these people in the last 6 months and I was apprehensive about two things. One being that I would have to explain that the reason I haven’t seen them was that I was basically quitting business, and the second being that I haven’t really danced (besides my 2 old lady ballet classes) since June, and was worried that I was going to suck a big bag of balls in front of everyone….
This is my apprehension face.
Luckily by time class started I got over myself.
No one took offense to me taking a break from the business. Everyone was really supportive (plus, there’s one less 5’4” blonde alto tap dancer in the audition pool, so you’re welcome ladies). And I finally remembered this key element of life: people are always way more concerned about what they’re doing than what you’re doing. I’m living proof! Right now, I’m sitting here writing a blog all about me! If I wanted, I could give the play-by-play about the pimple on my forehead right now (tried to pop it last night but only a little came out…hopefully tonight will be a mirror splattering adventure). That’s not to say that we are self centered s*it-heads and don’t care about other people. We do (otherwise why would the 4 of you be reading this post anyway…and why do I keep following other peoples blogs about the art of cat sweaters? And duh, FACEBOOK! The place where you can stalk anyone you want! Even though we only tag pictures of ourselves where we look good, regardless of if our friend has a muffin top or is passed out in a pool of their own vomit). I just need to keep in mind for myself, that just because I do things like take a dance class, it doesn’t mean that all 399 people in the room are wondering weather or not I’ve still got it (I totally still got it).
So, to keep bettering my life (spellcheck didn’t correct bettering so I’m going to go with it as being a real word), I’m going to still take class, and see my theatre friends, and stop worrying about whether people are judging me and especially stop judging myself for whatever I plan on doing next. Even if it is to become a transgendered hobo (it’s not to become a transgendered hobo).
Great class ladies!
F me! This is gonna hurt tomorrow.
*If you don’t know who any of these people are, please jump on a mini trampoline for 37 minutes, and immediately drink an entire bottle of tabasco sauce…the green one. Good, now you’ve learned your lesson.
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Hey Sarah! It’s Robyn from Howard High School. Your blog comes up on my News Feed sometimes and I must say that you would probably be quite good at comedy. I laughed out loud while reading this entry 🙂 Best of luck!
Thanks Robyn! It’s so good to hear from you. I think I’m kinda funny, which may be something that only ‘non-funny’ people say. I think there’s a subscribe button somewhere so that you can get alerted about new posts without being on Facebook. I hope all is well with you and your fam. Go Ravens!
Good work getting back in the Saddle Sarah! You deserve wine. Yeah… a Mary sized glass of wine.
Mmmmmm…Mary size glass of wine. Thanks Ben!!