Dance Ten, Looks Three
Woohoo! It’s that time of year again, when my Mom and her friends make their annual pilgrimage to New York to see a Broadway show, put on feather boas, then head out to a piano bar in the West Village to get sloppy drunk and sing show tunes. And guess who gets to accompany them the whole time? Me! Hurrah!
This year we’re going to see A Chorus Line. I’ve actually seen the movie version. It’s pretty, um, dancey. That’s really the best way to describe it. It’s just Michael Douglas sitting in the back of a theatre yelling at dancers. And then the dancers dance. And describe what it’s like to be a dancer. And then they dance some more. See? Pretty dancey. The best part is when this one dancer auditioning for a part sprains his ankle. And Michael Douglas, who has been a dick up to this point in the movie, runs on stage to comfort him and assures him he’ll get the best treatment possible. That part is also the most unrealistic. When I was auditioning for the touring company of The Knights of Dancelot: A Re-Imagining of the King Arthur Fable Through Dance, I saw a dancer get two compound fractures simultaneously while attempting a rather difficult combination. The director didn’t rush to his aid. All he did was get one of those big push brooms and shove the kid offstage. But I learned a lesson that day. Nobody’s going to hand you your dreams. You’ve got to go out and take them. You hear me? Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life.
I just made that up. Just now. For rlz. What the fuck am I talking about? Oh right, my Mom. Yeah, this weekend will be fun. If you’re up for some Chardonnay drinking and show tune singing, give me a call this weekend and you can join us. But don’t you dare upstage my Mom or she will cut you good.
What A Feeling! [Lyrics Vault]
