We Teachers Are Rock Stars

This is a nice photo of all our Danceforce teachers (missing a couple) this past weekend. To say we exert our blood, sweat, and tears to make our show look good is an understatement. The dancers work hard but we create the fine moves they have to execute to earn some applause or some flowers from Mom and Dad.

It's not easy to find a song with clean lyrics (no "f" or "n" words, please). Have you listened to the radio lately? Most of the crap on there has at least 5 words bleeped out of it. If your song doesn't even make sense because you swear so damn much, get a thesaurus and learn a better way to express yourself.

After a song is chosen, you have to figure out how exactly you want the dancers to move to it. And just because it's "trendy", doesn't mean you want your 9 year-old shaking her little ass like Fergie in the "Hey Mama" video. You will have the whiners who don't like ballet or say they can't dance hip hop but they'll suck it up. If they know they get three minutes on stage it's amazing how fast they'll learn and perform. Little show-offs. You have to love that.

Then there's the matter of capability. For those of you who don't know what a pirouette is, asking a group of 35 dancers to all perform a double can be daunting if they refuse to ever step foot into a ballet class. (Read: don't whine at me when you don't get the solo or placed front and center.) Or on the other hand, if all they are used to is ballet, having them krump might be asking a lot. Asking ME to krump would be a lot, these kids just need a little coaxing. They are fearless, I swear. I am very fearful. Fearful of looking like a middle-aged ass who doesn't know when to call it quits. I think the humor in seeing me try is enough to keep people's mouths shut.

Bravo to all the teachers who worked damn hard to pull "Unplugged" together. It was emotional and outstanding as usual. I expect nothing less from our kick-ass staff. If you live in Bolingbrook and didn't come see the show, shame on you. It was a good time. Your loss. See if I come to any of YOUR home parties this season.... I'm sort of kidding but I won't be buying any candles or Pampered Chef from you....