I dreamt about my 4th year dance competition.
The one where we ended up 3rd place, if I remember it right..
I remember the cheers in the cramped gymnasium..
I remember the wild beating of my heart, out of nervousness or adrenaline, I can't tell..
I remember the white gloves, top hat and the 'suplado' look that we were asked to wear..
I remember the practices where I rarely said a thing, no protests from me..
I remember myself thinking that my classmates would probably think I'll start another revolution among the guys..
I remember the wooden staff covered in electrical tape that we used as a prop (I do hope it's still at home)..
I remember the look my partner gave me as a part of the dance..
I remember it all..
I have been wondering all those time why the f*** am I dancing..
I sure didn't want to win.. I mean, I never really cared about winning or not and it was quite uncomfortable for me seeing my other classmates cry right after performing because they knew we didn't stand a chance in winning.. I never really cared..
It's not a cream1-cream2 hate relationship either.. my girlfriend's in the other class so I really can't completely hate that section, can I? (Though I admit, I have dislike for the section at one point in time) /hate would be a too powerful word/
It's not because we paid either..
I guess because it was my last year and I said to myself that I'm not going down without a fight..
I knew I gave my best.. gave my all..
I did not protest.. I did not do anything to distract or delay any practices.. I even helped the others learn the step..
I think I wanted to leave a legacy.. I wanted to leave a legacy for myself..
That one day, I can say to myself, I danced as if my life depended on it..
I really loved dancing after all..
and I still do.
Memories of Our Last Dance.
This is for you Matulungin 05-06
This is for you Matulungin 05-06
1 comment:
Well written article.
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