All posts tagged: Dance studio

The First Round: An Index

Number of students who performed sans hairpieces due to too quick of a quick change: 2 Number of times I freaked out about this: 0 Numbers of student who lost hairpieces onstage due to improper pinning: 2 Number of times I freaked out about this: 1, and only because another dancer nearly tripped. Number of socks worn with tap shoes: 0 (Thank GOD!) Number of earrings lost in wings: 1 Number of neckties lost in wings: 1 Pairs of black tap shoes required for last night’s performance: 12 Pairs of blacks tap shoes actually present for last night’s performance: 12 (Woohoo!  Seems like me “You will NOT go onstage without your tap shoes and YOU can explain to your parents why you weren’t allowed to dance!” lecture actually had somewhat of an impact.) Numbers of ill-fitting shoes taped to student’s feet: 2 Number of taps taped to student’s shoes: 1 Number of times I got teary-eyed watching my younger girls perform: 2 Number of text messages exchanged between myself and Date #7 during the course …

A Case of Renegade Socks

It’s time for another double header, but this time I’m not talking about dating.  I’m talking about dancing—or rather the teaching of dancing.  I have dress rehearsals, year-end recitals, regional competitions and parent/teacher conferences today, tomorrow and every day next week. This means that I am spending the majority of my time lecture my students on proper footwear.  You know: tap shoes that actually accompany them to their various rehearsals and performances (four offenders in the past 48 hours), tap shoes that don’t fall off when they’re dancing (I’m armed with black electrical tape this time), and finally tap shoes that match their costumes and the shoes of their classmates (I’m off to Home Depot for black spray paint as soon as I finish this post). Ideally said tap shoes should also have—you know—metal taps affixed to the toe and heels of each foot but I am learning to choose my battles because right now my biggest concern is socks. That’s right: socks. In the world of show business, socks should not be worn unless …

The Day After I Got Freshly Pressed

Not that I’m complaining, but 184 comments is a lot of comments to sort through.  Granted, I wrote probably two or three dozen of them myself in response to those readers who were kind enough to stop by and add their two cents in response to Thursday’s post, but I was brain dead by the time I woke up to get ready for work on Friday morning. “Wouldn’t it be nice to go to work in my PJs?” I thought.  I could sleep for an extra fifteen minutes, not shower and just roll out wearing the same flannels I’d gone to sleep in the night before.  Seeing as most of my tank tops serve double duty as pajamas and active wear (with a visit to the washing machine first, of course), this seemed like a rather good idea.  Plus, it was Friday.  Dress down day, right? Unfortunately not (or so I thought) so I dragged myself into the shower, pinned my hair into the most professional “teacher look” I could manage (a French twist without …