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2008-10-18 9:41 p.m.
i feel so lousy.
having completely and utterly screwed up BOTH my tries at the dance audition for the tv commercial.
the first one was a hip hop freestyle.
i was pretty freaked because the only time i freestyle is when i am completely and utterly alone, with only myself as the judge.
we had to figure out something to do solo for about a minute to our own song, and NONE OF US (save for brenda who just did her belly thing again) had prepared anything.
so during the practice time i tried to work everything out and remember all the stuff i had ever choreoed, and actually got somewhat in the mood.
but then afterwards we had to fill in forms and take a gazillion and one pictures, and the nerves and anxiety just kind of accumulated.
plus i did a last minute change of song from sexyback to lovestoned thinking it would be easier to freestyle to that, and that the bits of choreo i have would probably fit in it anyway.
but then i went out there and freaked out, couldnt freestyle and forgot all the choreo i prepared.
and said 'shit' whilst on camera.
after that the person wanted me to do something jazz because i am tall (not that i see the connection) so i tried to rush out a semblance of a choreo in the 3 minutes i had before it was my turn again.
because there is NO WAY i can freestyle jazz.
in the end i actually worked out a very short routine with dionne, but once again blanked out as soon as i was up.
my shot at earning $500-%$600 whooshed out the window.
but anyway, on a lighter note.
ytd dionne and i went to o school with rebecca for their hip hop 3 course, all freaked out because o school's standard is, afterall, way up there.
when we were signing up the teacher eyed us doubtfully and went 'you all know the basics or not? like up and down.'
'up and down?'
'yea, up and down.'
you'd think she'd ELABORATE some.
in the end we just threw caution to the wind and signed up for the course anyway, prepared for the worst.
and happen it did.
we went to the wrong class.
the male teacher that entered was our first clue.
'his name is An An?'
and then he went 'how many of you here know what popping is?'
in the end we asked the girl standing next to us what class we were in.
'yea, popping one what.'
we then made our walk of shame out of the class.
just as we were walking out the door, feeling lucky to not have been noticed, the teacher went 'eh? what happened? oooh wrong class ah?'
though we had exitted the room by then we could still hear the simultaneous laughter of 25+ people.
but surprisingly, the actual course turned out to be rather tame.
we only went through 3 simple technical moves, which we could at least catch, if not execute very nicely.
but it was a far cry from what i imagined.
but then again, the real choreo only starts from next week onwards.
judgement shall be reserved till then.
ooooh and we also learnt some very interesting information from rebecca, about happenings during the salsa festival last year.
it was so scandalous and crazy and unexpected that we were torn between being shocked and laughing insanely.
since then, it has been difficult to resist laughing whenever we see the subject at xen, and wiggling our fingers at him.
it was kind of like a 'har-har-har i know what you did' thing.
really, the things that go on under one's apparent genteel exterior!
i shall annoyingly end my entry now that you are salivating to know more.
taa!
