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05:26 pm: Teddy's first recital
Spiked for Dancing

It turns out I won't get the recital DVD until September, so there's no point delaying this post until I can include a video.


After an endless dress rehearsal (they were still working on the matinee show when we arrived... and continued for 1.5 hours after the rehearsal for the evening performance was supposed to begin), Teddy was feeling very enthusiastic about the recital. (Peter and I were, um, somewhat less so.)

Y'see, he'd been saying he didn't want to do it, he's too shy, blah blah blah.* He didn't want to take dance next year because even though he likes the class and sometimes he loves it unless H is being obnoxious but he really likes it :deep breath: but he doesn't want to do the show can he take the class but not do the show?

But after the recital, he decided it was just fine to do the show after all. And he did great (and H, who is hyperactive and definitely obnoxious, turns out to have really good rhythm, go figure). He got a little shy as they were exiting the stage, but he did great.

{The whole show was exactly what you expect from a dance recital: everything from truly adorable tots to less-than-stellar young kids to angst-filled modern dancers to a few really, really talented dancers. My bottom line on teenaged dancers: youth is definitely wasted on 'em. Beautiful, young bodies. Not a post-pregnancy belly among them. Beautiful, young minds. The attempts to convey emotion were painful to watch. The happy dancers were fabulous. Every one of 'em could pull off happy. Deep yearning love, which I'm 100% confident they all believe they can portray? NOPE. The attempts are sweet, but I don't think they were going for "I have never experienced this and have no clue except what I've read in schmaltzy YA novels" AKA "Robert Pattinson really wants to marry ME, if only he KNEW."}

Mostly, though, Teddy digs the dressing room. 'Cause it's just the boys (there are very few at the school) and they sit around together and tell fart jokes and play cards.

Because apparently he's a teenager already? Not sure. But he had a blast.

And he's gonna do it again next year. It's the only sport he's consistently liked; he didn't want to repeat baseball, soccer, or karate, doesn't want to do more swimming (he doesn't get a choice about his regular class, but we gave him the option of taking a second weekly class as his sport if he wanted to). So he'll be dancing.


I've asked the school about parent-child tap classes, which he was keen to do after dress rehearsal (then decided he wasn't so interested - TOO LATE). They're going to see what they can do. Might end up doing semi-private lessons. 'Cause I can't tap-dance. I've only tried once, but I sucked. I was never particularly interested until Bring in Da Noise, Bring in Da Funk (what? 15 years ago?), but I would like to give it a try. And it would be something we could learn together, which I agree with Mrs. M. would be an excellent experience for us both.

Sadly, Peter is not willing to join us. Party pooper.

* I say that with the disrespectful hypocrisy of a decidedly behind-the-scenes person.

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Date:July 1st, 2012 02:00 am (UTC)
yay teddy! i can't wait to see the video (if you post it)!

i hear ya about the tap thing. i tried it and sucked mightily. i have a feeling i'll try it again at the senior center after i retire. :)
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Date:July 1st, 2012 03:25 pm (UTC)

we can tap together at the senior center!

And I definitely plan to post the video... in 3 months (dammit).
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Date:July 1st, 2012 10:27 pm (UTC)

I danced from 3-17 yo, then...

...ballet in college and swing/lindy in Boston...

I love dance... how cool that Teddy does too!

He could be the next Billy Elliot!

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Date:July 2nd, 2012 10:56 am (UTC)

not me!

I had about 3 years of ballet, then about a 30-year gap before swing/lindy/shag/tango/ballroom, then nothin'. :sigh:

Dunno 'bout Billy Elliot, but maybe Savion Glover?
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