Well folks, I'm down South in Alabama teaching some kiddos dance right now and I'm pretty exhausted! The past week has been one of the best yet most challenging of my life and I accomplished more than I thought I was ever capable of!
I learned a show in a few days, performed it, then learned a duet in four hours due to one of our most talented ladies injuring themselves, performed it in a surprise show the next day, performed another show, and flew to Alabama. Did I mention the daily travel back and forth between Long Beach and Hollywood? But nothing was more rewarding than knowing I was exactly where I was supposed to be and having the moment that I had waited years for. Hearing the love and support from my family of friends, some of whom had never seen me dance, and knowing that I had my time to shine. It was incomparable and needed after so many years of struggle.
But let's not get to sentimental dear readers, I of course embarrassed myself numerous times. It's so funny when I do these photo shoots and can pull up and be classy like above in this amazing pastel vintage dress, nude snakeskin heels, and cat eye sunnies and then be such a total shit show also. Like in the closing jazz number, where we are very sexy ladies, and I fell out of my dance heel on the part when I'm in the front trying to look like Veronica Lake and ended up serving more Lucille Ball with heel just flapping off my foot. The second performance, my friend Kyle lifted me up, something we hadn't really practiced, and I got so high, my body lost control and I came down on the side of the piano and my heel got caught and came off again. Just the definition of class.
But the ultimate moment came when I met Patricia Kelly, the late Gene Kelly's wife. I had hardly eaten all week due to stress, and had discovered a hoard of brownies after the show. Which I not only ate three of on the spot but took a to-go bunch as well. As I began to exit the show, I ran into one of the producers of the show who introduced me to Patricia Kelly who immediately extended her hand out to me. I switched the brownie hoard over to my left hand, and looked down at my right completely covered in Pam cooking oil and brownie crumbles, looked up at Patricia Kelly back down at my brownie covered hand and then back at her again showing the terror and concern, not sure what my cotillion etiquette coach would say. Actually, she would have said ladies don't carry around their binge brownies in their hands. That lovely lady smiled at me, and said, "It's all right honey," and shook my hand anyways. That is definitely one classy lady. Maybe one day I'll make it there! Well I'm about to pass out! Until friday :)