The story goes like this: I've been dancing for years (note, I'm a hip hop dancer), and this year I'm an assistant teacher for essentially my dance idol's class. So, about two weeks ago, the assistant 'directrice' of the entire dance school came to see me before class and asked me if I was interested in taking part of the annual Christmas parade. She told me that there was a part that involved pairs, and one girl had dropped out last minute, leaving her partner alone. Essentially she was asking me to save this girl and be her partner. I agreed, partly because she said it would be easy to learn, partly because I felt bad for the girl and mostly because I've wanted to be in this parade since I was a kid.When I was young, they only ever asked daughters of mothers who would be dancing in the show. As I grew older, they only asked elite ballet dancers, teachers or their assistants. I'd never fit that criteria, so that dream had essentially been shot in the leg and left to die by the side of the road.
Obviously, when she asked, I was thrilled. I knew I wasn't her first choice, but I was still so happy that I could be involved.
...then came the first practice. Oh boy. These girls had 8 years of ballet skills and an extra two weeks of practicing for this parade. Sure it wasn't "actual ballet" like the girls kept telling me, it was very basic stuff, but they still all had general grace to their movements that couldn't be learnt in two weeks, especially not to a hip hop dancer like me. It was a long choreography too, so I didn't really know it the day of the parade. To make matters worse, by the end of the dance I found myself at the very front, and I wouldn't be able to imitate the dancers in front of me.Clearly, the day of the parade, I was not exactly stress free. I showed up to the meeting place, the hockey arena and changed into my costume, wearing my hoodie and joggers underneath my oversized costume. We were, after all, about to walk for over 2 hours outside in the cold. Pulling on my colored gloves, and my silly checkered hat, I lined up with the girls I hardly knew. This was the point they told me my partner would not be attending. Panicking and alone I revised and played with my younger students, dressed in their silly little soldier costume and then:
The parade started
Our act was cycling between four songs, one for each dance group. As such, we would only be dancing about every 12 minutes, allowing us time to wave and smile and high five by standers. There were a lot of them. We walked for over two hours and it was amazing. We had a choir singing behind us, drumming clowns (Funky Karnaval) in front of us, that we got to meet and play with beforehand. I got to see Santa Claus, pet rudolph and high fived god knows how many little kids.
It was such a fun night and I'm so glad I could be a part of it. I had so much fun and guess who didn't mess up (that often).
-Kimzy

