Moving to a different beat [Part 3]

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On the Wednesday night before the show, all the props and costumes were transported to the Yates Memorial Centre, where the final preparations for the show would take place. It was also the night of our lighting rehearsal. Every group was given 15 minutes on stage to run through their dance so that decisions could be made on the position, colour, and timing of lighting. It wasn’t the most interesting night of show prep, but it was important all the same.

Thursday night was more exciting, albeit hectic. It was our full dress rehearsal, so we had to be in costume and have our hair and make-up done as if it were the night of the show. We had to keep to the show’s schedule, so after a number ended, you had to stay clear of the hallways that lead from the stage to the dressing rooms or else you would get knocked over by dancers who had to quickly change into their next costume. Dancers can choose to be in up to four numbers in the show, so depending on where your dance is scheduled in the program, you either have a lot of time between dances, or you are already in the process of shedding your costume as soon as you’re off stage. The dressing rooms are also quite crowded with all of the dancers’ costumes, make-up, hair accessories, street clothes, coats, and bags scattered about. It’s very chaotic, but still a lot of fun.

Your nerves kick into high gear come the day of the show. In order to combat my nerves, I tried to get a good sleep (which was a bit of a challenge with a 5-month-old), ate as healthy as I could (the snack tables the dancers set up in the change rooms can be too enticing to resist), and practiced the dance steps in my head whenever I had a moment to myself. There were also last minute rehearsals we had to attend early in the afternoon so we could go through some last-minute changes. Then you have to do your make-up, get into costume, still your heart from leaping out of your chest, and dance.

Lucky for me, there were two evening performances this year, one on Friday, and one on Saturday. So if you screwed something up on Friday night, you could try to redeem yourself on Saturday night. Though this was not the case for me since I had the great misfortune of dropping my fan prop at different points in the song on both nights. I asked friends who watched both performances about it, and they said they didn’t see it happen. Phew! It really helps when you have dancers that are more graceful than you are to distract the audience at those times. ;)

One thing that’s great about An Explosion of World Dance & Music is that everyone is welcome to dance. You don’t have to be stick-figure thin with years of dance experience. Ammena welcomes all ages, shapes, and skill levels. Lise-Anne is very accommodating, and encourages everyone with an interest in dance to join the company and learn. This is what attracted me Ammena in the first place.

Everyone who has a dream to be on stage and dance has a place at Ammena Dance Company.

Moving to a different beat [Part 2]

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Shortly after signing up to be in the number, we had to be measured for our costumes. I made sure to tell the girl who was measuring me that I wasn’t usually that round in the belly, so guesses were made as to the size of costume I would need after giving birth. I also had to guess my shoe size since your feet stretch a little while pregnant, so that was an interesting experience. At least I was able to reserve a costume in the colour that I wanted.

Fast forward to September 2013 when practices began. The flamenco shoes for our costumes had arrived, so we were expected to practice in them from day one. This was so we could get use to dancing in them, as well as break them in since they stretch after a bit of use. Thankfully, the shoes I ordered came in the perfect size! So, there I was, 38-weeks pregnant, in high-heeled flamenco dance shoes, slowly waddling my way through the first 30 seconds of choreography. It was like any other dance class that I had taken at Ammena, except with the expectation to be able to perform the dance on stage without help from our instructor, Lise-Anne.

No pressure, of course.

I decided to sit out and watch our third practice because it fell on the same day as my due date, and I didn’t want to jinx anything and have my contractions start at the dance studio. Thankfully, we were allowed to record our instructor at the end of each class as she ran through the steps we had learned so far, and we could use the video to practice later at home. I recorded my video, said good night to the other girls, drove home, went to bed, then at midnight my contractions started, and I gave birth to my daughter early the next evening. Obviously I skipped class the following week, but I was back at it the week after, surprising my fellow dancers. Lise-Anne was even surprised to see me, but by that point I felt well enough to continue learning the choreography, so we carried on.

By early February, we were really getting it down, which was good since the show was less than a month away. We had a mock dress rehearsal one night, so we had a chance to see what everyone else was working on. I thought every number looked fantastic, even when the dancers remarked that someone forgot to do this or that. You can’t tell because, as an outsider, you don’t know what the choreography is suppose to look like, so you just assume everything was meant to happen. We could also see what the costumes looked like for each number, which was even more exciting. I was definitely more hyped up for the show than I was before when I was just going to practices.

A couple weeks later, we had our hair and make-up night. This was a great thing for me since I’m pretty inept at both. In order to be seen under the bright stage lights, your foundation has to be dark, while the rest of your make-up needs to be heavy (read: plastered on) and bright. Near the end of the make-up tutorial, you look like a drag queen up close, but if you step away, your make-up looks very well done. I walked away that night with a vague idea of how I should look, but I took a photo of myself with my phone just in case.

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Moving to a different beat

Author’s Note:  After I finished writing this post, I was shocked at how long it was. I have decided to break it up into parts so I won’t lose my readers along the way. Enjoy!

Most of the bloggers that I’ve been following lately are runners from Southern Alberta. I love reading their posts about how they got started with running, beating their personal records, and seeing the photos they share from races. Unfortunately, I can’t relate to their experiences because I’m not much of a runner (though reading their posts has piqued my interest).

I do something a little different.

This past March, I performed in a group dance number in front of a live audience. Now, for most people, it would be a horrifying experience to have so many pairs of eyes on you, watching every move you make. But not for me! Even though I am very shy person, I thoroughly enjoy public speaking, acting in plays, and, now, dancing.

I’ve taken dance classes on and off at the Ammena Dance Company for about the past four years. I started with a beginner’s bellydance class, which wasn’t for me, but it gave me an idea of what learning to dance at Ammena was like. Then I attended their yearly dance show, An Explosion of World Dance & Music, and fell in love with their burlesque dance performance. The following fall, I took a burlesque class with my friend, Lindsay, and continued on with it into the winter semester so I could learn the entire choreography to the song Be Italian by Fergie, from the movie Nine. I had absolutely no dance training prior to this except for maybe a few lessons during my high school drama classes.

I had been mulling over the idea that one day I would perform in the yearly dance show, but every time there were “tryouts” (not really competing for spots, but actually trying-out a dance to see if you want to perform it) I didn’t enjoy any of the chosen songs enough to want to dance to them. This is a big thing for me. If a song doesn’t have a good beat to it, or it is performed by an artist I dislike (hahaha, yep, I’m a snob like that), I’m automatically not interested. Finally, at last year’s tryouts, I got hooked onto a song that was for a flamenco/jazz number, so I signed up! I guess I should also note that I was 23-weeks pregnant at the time, with my due date set for the end of September. A couple of friends who have danced in Ammena shows before reassured me that I could watch practices from the sidelines in the few weeks before and after I gave birth. I was also taking a one-year maternity leave, so I thought it would be a great way to get out of the house for an hour or so for some exercise.

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