I hear music on a different wave length. Or so I tell people as a way of explanation for why I'm dancing off beat. I'll laugh and throw my head back and continue dancing. It doesn't matter if I'm three seconds off tune and making a fool of myself.
I love to dance, it's in my blood, because black people and dad's pretty smooth on the dance floor. I love the feeling I experience when the music carries me off to a different plane, dictating my movement. That feeling, when the tune wraps itself around me taking complete control of my body. There's nothing quite like it.
Dancing makes me happy, it has this way of lifting my mood even when the darkest of clouds loom overhead. In my darkest of days, I danced and it saw me through.
I don't mind dancing on my own, I'll close my eyes and let the music take me away, whether I'm walking down Independence Avenue or at an establishment like a bar or a club. It doesn't matter if no one else is dancing, I'll dance.
It's one of the many instances I'll pay no mind to who is watching, it doesn't matter if everyone is watching. Some of my best nights out have been letting go in front of a crowd. There's nothing quite as freeing as dancing for yourself alone when you're in a crowded room and people are watching.
I have three feet, the third foot is invisible, it is always getting in the way. It's the reason I trip on what would look like nothing. My third foot has the uncanny ability to make me step on my partner's feet when I'm dancing with someone. I blame my third foot for being uncoordinated most of the time.
For the love of salsa play me some Latino music! Salsa is the only dance I can actually dance well. I took classes and it's paid off handsomely. I got belly dancing right watching Shakira, not Bollywood good but I can keep up.
I have a dream that one day going to the African contemporary dance class at the College of The Arts will pay off. I've perfected all my white girl moves. The awkward, off beat, but good moves that are a white girl's specialty. I tried the vosho once and nailed it. That is enough for me.
Most of the time, I love dancing in my room with the door locked. Away from it all, just my body moving to the music, alone, free.
Three cheers for you if you've seen me do my celebratory dance, it's a rare sight.
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