It's the end of the work week for me, which means it's time to compile some files...
So the Pole Dance Challenge...After Friends and Family night for the students, I was rather burnt out from preparing another routine for a competition. I was all set to do something to Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams (maybe next time), but instead, I chose the tunes I had already danced to.
The preliminaries were this past Sunday. We had two minutes to show our stuff to the judges. So instead of having a real routine put together, I thought I'd just cram as many spins with floor work into the allotted time. There were 8 contestants (a number had dropped out because they couldn't make the prelims or finals, or they had hurt themselves. The number of students from my studio were also capped), and they were going to whittle down the list to 6 for the finals.
By Sunday, I had just wanted to relax. Not only have my weeks been action-packed, but there haven't been any weekends where I didn't have to be somewhere at a certain time on a certain day...sometimes I just really need that nothing to do mode. I couldn't wait to be done with the prelims so I could hang out with the J Man.
So the 8 of us did our things, and we waited for about 45 minutes for the judges to deliberate. They couldn't decide which 2 to cut, so they decided they'd take us all. :roll: I was almost hoping to be cut. Don't ask me why I didn't just not do it. I didn't feel right about it.
Each girl got some feedback. My outfit was too simple, and I didn't smile enough. Even though, my pole stuff was not as advanced as the others', my stage presence was good and was guessed to be a crowd favourite [Mmm...I make great hard boiled eggs...]. So after that, I went and got a costume.
It was a black and shiny, long-sleeved stretchy cop costume with an attached pair of booty shorts...so I guess like a unitard but flashier. It zipped up in the front with lapels and big cuffs. It came with a belt, handcuffs, walkie-talkie, baton, badge, and hat.
I had no time to practise Monday because of work and my photography class, so I left everything to Tuesday (yes, we had about 2 days to prepare for the finals). I made up a routine at home in the morning, and in the afternoon, I went out to the venue to get a feel for it.
I didn't have my routine in my head down pat. I was a little worried about it, but I felt that it wasn't a huge deal. It kind of slipped my mind that my routine would have to be altered to fit on a 5' x 5' stage. No doing somersaults :( I practised for about an hour or so at the lounge, and got all bruised up. (The ones on my elbows and knees are the prettiest.) Then I just kind of read over my routine that I had written down on a piece of paper with my song's lyrics.
I had seen some of the other girls' moves and of course, felt intimidated. Even though I know where my strengths are, I didn't quite have as many moves that would make people go "oooh."
So anyway...all day Tuesday I was really nervous. I felt like I was going to look like a fool (great way to prepare mentally!!). And after I found out what the prizes were, I was like "I'm competing for this?!" First prize was a pole (which I already have), and second prize was a trip to the spa (I wouldn't have minded getting one of those!). I went over my routine a few more times at J's place using his lamp. Then I left for the venue. [In the meantime, the J Man had blogged an entry for me. I can't believe people were fooled!!]
I was a bundle of nerves...everyone else seemed ready to go.
When it was my turn to go, I had to stand there waiting for the emcee to read my blurb out. I really didn't want to stand there...I just wanted to come out, surprise the crowd, and start.
By the time I got to the stage, I completely FORGOT my routine. I panicked a little. I knew what I wanted to do in what order, but I couldn't remember at what points in the song I'd be doing certain things. Anyway, I guess I kind of lucked out because I was taking too long when I was practising, so I didn't really run out of time. I couldn't really hear the crowd...but after I was done, the emcee said "sounds like she has a lot of friends out here tonight!"
My routine was supposed to go like this:
1. Dance a little and toss away the baton. 2. Dance some more and take off the hat and give my hair a shake. 3. Do fast spins. 4. Do moves on my knees. 5. Do holds. 6. Do moves on my right side. 7. Do moves on my back. 8. Do moves on my left side. 9. Do moves on my back with my butt hoisted up. 10. Do slow spins. 11. Descend with the splits. 12. Do moves on all fours and on my knees.
I forgot to do one of my better spins and the helicopter. But oh well. I was just glad when it was over.
People who'd seen me dance a few weeks ago said I looked better at the competition. I was kind of surprised by that because I felt less ready this time. But oh well :) At least nobody told me I sucked. In fact, I was told I looked really comfortable out there :D
I'd be glad to perform again, but not for a competition.