Happy Monday lovers! I guess most people don't enjoy this wonderful day that starts the week, putting an end to the weekend, but I love Mondays. I always view it as a fresh start on life to fix all the mistakes I made the previous week (like one too many desserts). But just in case you don't feel the same way, I thought I'd share one of my classic stories from high school to brighten your day.
This story actually happened the summer following graduation right before I went on my cursed trip to China tour (we'll save that for another blog post). Every year, my dance company performed at Spoleto. And no, not the original classy one in Italy. I'm talking about the spin off in Charleston, Sc. The night before I was to drive from Columbia to Charleston, my alarm clock broke. This was way before the iPhone during the Sidekick days. Ancient times lol. So I did what any typical teenager would do, asked my mother to wake me at the appropriate time.
Well I'm guessing you know where this is headed. No my mother did not wake me up. In fact, she came in with a great good morning of, "Shouldn't you have been on the road by now?" If there is one thing I can't stand it's being late for anything. I jumped out of bed with a heart attack breaking into a cold sweat I grabbed my costumes and hightailed it to Charleston in record breaking time. I still missed the first piece though and my dance teacher was furious. Now, if there is one thing that gets me upset, it's injustice in the world. And it was not my fault I was late, I had taken the necessary measures to be on time. Not to mention, our dance company did hundreds of these little performances a year, and unlike competition, they weren't really that deep if the spacing was a little off, someone just moved over and no one was the wiser.
I went to put on the costume for the next number and realized the trunks were missing. In my scramble to leave, I had left them on my bedroom floor. I now had to tell my little asian pit bull dance teacher that I was missing part of my costume. She basically stopped speaking to me. Now I was pissed off at the Universe! This was not how this day was supposed to go! Everyone was mad at me and it wasn't my fault. So there we were, backstage in the holding room getting ready to go on in a few numbers and I had this idea. I don't know where it came from or even why I followed through with it. I have tons of crazy ideas, but I never act on them, unless, well, maybe I've been partying, but this was totally out of character of me. I decided to fake faint. I looked at the girl next to me with a woozy face and as she asked me if I was okay I dropped to the ground.
I'd never seen anyone faint, so I wondered how long I should keep my eyes closed. I could hear the other girls yelling to get my dance teacher and as she arrived I came to looking dazed and confused. Solid acting I must say. All of sudden everyone was concerned for me, the trials of my past forgotten. I looked up at my dance teacher and delivered my line, "I'm so sorry Ms. Dale. I just didn't get to eat breakfast, my mother forgot to wake me up this morning." She even got me a banana and started to yell at the stage hand to hold the number. "No, I can do it, we can go on," I said while everyone looked at me with admiration for my strength at putting the show first. My dance teacher even bought me lunch! To this day I can't believe A) That my planned actually worked and B) That I even went through with it. I guess we all have a moment we do something totally out of character. Have you ever done something crazy like this? Let me know by clicking the comment bubble below :)