I've been reading through the script and score of the Light Opera Works show I'm doing for which rehearsals start Monday. It's becoming apparent that I'm going to have to do a lot of dancing in this show. Yes, danicng. One of my ensemble parts is acutally titled "Taxi Dancer." What does this mean? I have no idea. Now, I have fake "danced" in more shows than I can count -- it seems that since I'm tall and thin, people assume that I can dance -- but I am by no means a trained dancer. I took two of Debbie Grammel's dance classes for beginners while at DePauw, and I have been known to whip out the "Chinese Dance" that we learned for our final exam in Beginning Ballet when I have had too many cocktails at a party. But in reality, I am still a lanky girl who has a hard time being graceful and tends to flail her arms when dancing. But hey, if someone wants to pay me to "dance" in their show, I'll give it a go.
I just hope the costumes aren't too skimpy. Momma doesn't want to go on a diet for this show.
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