TAT / TST: Dance Class

This story does not have to do with the picture, but the picture shows you just how talented of a dancer I am. Always doing opposite of what I'm supposed to do.

I like to think that I've at least gotten some rhythm in my bones since I was younger, though.

The story I'm going to tell you is from when I was 13.

I wanted to take a dance class, but my dad wouldn't pay for it because he didn't believe in dancing...Mr. Ultra-Conservative that he was and is. My mom couldn't afford to pay for me to take classes.

So, with my babysitting money, I decided to pay for a dance class...I believe it was called Jazz Dance, but I don't remember.

There was one studio that was pretty close to my house, but my step-sister would end up being the one to come and pick me up at home and take me once a week. It was too far to walk.

I signed up and what I don't think I realized was that I was going to be the oldest one in the class.

Remember. I was 13.

The others?

Somewhere between 5 and 7.

I was completely embarrassed to be there with kids that were so much younger than me, but I wanted to take the class. So I stuck it out for a couple months or whatever it was.

There was a performance coming up. If I remember correctly, I think it was around Christmas time and we'd be performing at the mall...right outside a bunch of the department stores.

The only song I even slightly remember is C'mon Ride the Train...Choo! Choo! {arm pumping up and down}

We practiced and practiced and I was doing ok in the classroom, but I've never been one that has high confidence doing any sort of performing...add in my insecurities about being there with little kids and I was a disaster waiting to happen.

Performance day comes. I don't even remember who was there. Like, I have no idea if my mom was there. My BFF Jewel told me recently, when we were talking about this, that she was there. I think I just {almost} completely blocked this day from my memory, except the performance itself.

The performance starts and I can't remember ANYTHING except how to move like a frickin train. NOTHING. ELSE. Here I am, 13 and I'm watching some other kid near me, that's years younger, trying to follow what he's doing. I looked and felt like a total fool. I was completely mortified!

Jewel tells me that after watching the performance, for some strange reason, she joined the class! LOL I can tell you, it was NOT because I did an awesome job and she was just so impressed with my skillz! Apparently right as she joined, I quit. Haha! Oops! Guess I just couldn't put myself through the misery of a repeat performance.

Now, if you've got something totally awkward that has happened to you, why don't you hop on over to Tova Darling's and link up. While you're there, take a look at all the other awkward stories. They'll make you feel better about the things that have happened to you.

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