I Danced in a “Real Recital”

For the past 3 months, I’ve been preparing for my on-stage dance debut. (“Official” debut, anyway. I wasn’t counting my Irish dance graduation performance at Old Town.)

Practicing since January, Dance Experiment, part of the larger Fear Experiment, had sort of consumed my life – in a good way. It’s actually been one of the greatest experiences of my life thus far. (You can read more about the project here and here.) I’ve made so many amazing friends, shared so many memories, and learned so much.

Although, I should have thought more about how I phrased this particular Life’s List item. I learned that it’s not dance “class” and we weren’tĀ preparingĀ for a “recital.” (Recitals are for when you’re under 12, apparently, and dressed in a tutu or playing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” on the piano.) No, we were professionals. (Albeit completely untrained ones.) We were attending rehearsal, prepping for our performance.

So, if I were to rewind time and re-list this item, instead of “dance in a real recital” I might have said something along the lines of “dance on stage at the Park West in front of a sold-out crowd.” Because, well, that’s what I did. And it sounds way cooler, and like something I could have only ever dreamed of doing.

Regardless, the day came and went. I was scared out of my wits. But I did it, all with my new friends by my side.

I could go on and on about what this experience meant to me, how it’s changed me, and all the wonderful things that came out of it. But I won’t. Not tonight, anyway. Instead, I’ll just leave you with a clip of one of our dances. Enjoy!