Dancer

Dancer

**I don’t know if anyone has seen the AnaheimBallet channel on YouTube, but they’re basically a ballet weekly podcast. I’m thinking of setting up an I-D version. If I had one of their ‘dancer profiles’, perhaps this is what I would say.**

Hi, I’m Miriam, and I dance with the Courtney McMahon School of Irish Dance. I don’t compete much but I take classes three times a week, and practice regularly. I guess you could say it’s become a habit, but I can’t honestly help it. I love it too much. My parents would rather I focused on school work, and music practice, and things like that. Well, I never did listen to them.

People often see me at the bus stop after dancing, standing there in a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, my bag on my back and a jumper hanging loosely from my hand, and they’re like, “What are you doing? Are you crazy? This is Autumn! You can’t go around in a t-shirt!”

But it’s like when I’m dancing there’s a fire that’s lit inside me. It takes over my muscles, my veins, every part of me, like I’m on fire from the inside. The fire is a longing to impress, to do my very best; it’s a longing to make my teachers proud; above all, it’s a longing to get what I’ve been looking for – a distraction from everything I can’t get away from. After I’ve stopped moving, it takes a while to come down again.

People say Irish dance is weird. I guess it is, to them. I mean, my parents think we’re crazy – especially with the wigs and the dresses, and they’re pretty adamant that I am never getting a wig, though my mother’s relenting on the dresses. She even said she might make me one. My friends, too, think that Irish dance is crazy, and so I’m something of a minority at school.

That’s why, when I come to dancing and none of them are there any more, when I’m in the studio with its mirrors and its sprung floor, I’m in a different world. I can be alone to fly in the way that I want to, and not in the way that the rest of the world thinks I should. I’m in a world where anything is possible, and where I can be alone in my own head.

It’s odd to think that dancing has been a part of my life for such a short time – just over a year, now. And yet I can’t imagine a life without it. I started dancing last September, and it was the only time in my life that I’ve ever felt tall. Now I’m still dancing and I have never regretted it.

Perhaps we are crazy. But in that case, I’m crazy too.

4 thoughts on “Dancer

  1. Wow Del! You clearly have a passion for dancing, and it’s great to see you’re so devoted to it. I guess we all have something that makes us happy like that, and I’m glad you found yours.

    And as to the parents, they’ll gripe about everything we do just because they’re parents.

    :)
    -Spook

  2. Tee hee, I wish I could be devoted to something as exciting. Unfortunately, being as allergic to exericse as I am, the only real passion I have is writing – and I don’t do that particularly well I’m afraid :P

    Ah well, at least I can improve, right? ;)

    Har har, I’ll bet they do. I have no idea what pointe pads are, but they sound like something you’d use for your feet … am I right there?

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