sbdc semis
2010-03-23 3:34 p.m.
(please ignore the front, i only just realized what happened. it'd take me another gazillion years to cut the video and re-upload so just close your eyes for a few seconds.)
anyway, its another case where the practice video is better than the performance one, so i shall upload this one instead.
i blame the COSTUME.
really, hip hop and a tutu dress?
i cant even take myself seriously in it, much less look cool.
dont know whyy we always to be the weird ones, first the pseudo-indian look and then the freaky confused-doll thing.
i mean i get that the theme just about demands it, but still. sheesh.
anyway the result was totally as expected because we didnt make it in.
(neither did coco latte, which is quite sad cause now xen has no more ties with the competition.)
what WAS totally unexpected though was that there was BATTLING involved in the competition.
whats more we only found out about this horrifying news when we had already changed out of our costumes and stuff already, thinking we were done for the day.
(actually thats a good thing, i cant imagine battling in a dress.)
BUT STILL.
it was really really traumatic for me, because i for one am completely afraid of freestyling, not to mention IN FRONT OF JURONG POINT, AGAINST OTHER TEAMS.
when joyce and the boys and voguelicious first went up on stage i was thinking oh, so they're through to the next round. no surprise there.
then i saw them facing off and that was when my blood pressure skyrocketed.
whats more it was TEAM BATTLING which meant that it HAD to be prechoreographed.
my team hadnt worked long enough together to have a reservoir of choreo to pick from or even the understanding needed to adapt to whatever music they play as a group, so for us it was individual freestyle or nothing.
(which makes things even more traumatic.)
for the rest of my life i will remember the absolute crippling fear of standing in front of one gazillion and one people for 30 seconds and freestyling by myself, against another group of girls.
till now i have no idea what on earth i did because the fear blocks everything but dionne thought i had choreographed it beforehand so i guess it wasnt a complete flop.
i was totally shaking when i got off the stage though, and quickly went off to get a drink because i had to get away from the atmosphere.
yea yea so im a wimp. but put yourself in my shoes and try to imagine how you would feel if you suddenly, with no mental preparation at all, find yourself having to freestyle alone in front of a large very discriminating crowd to whatever music the dj feels like playing against another group of dancers who have the luxury of dancing together as a team which you do not have because your group does not have any choreo to do together.
but then again i suppose i dont feel so disappointed at not making it to the finals because the triumph of having made it through the battling without making a fool of myself blocks out the defeat.
anyway, bachata competition next.
it seems like such a breeze compared to hip hop now.
till then, taa.
