Taps.
No, this isn’t about the military dirge, I hope.
To the uninitiated, this may look like an ordinary pair of black slip-ons with some shiny metal soles. To me it looks like a great big dancing adventure!
Tonight, I begin tap dancing lessons. It’s only an 8-class session, to start, but I think it will be fun. Yes, as Danny Kaye says, the best things happen while you’re dancing. And if you can make clickety-clack noises while doing it, so much the better (I added that second part myself).
Being completely enthralled when I watch all the old tap dance routines, I have noticed and noted that it seems impossible to be anything less than totally happy when tap dancing. Unfortunately, I think I began to endow my shoes with magical happy properties, for when I placed them on my feet, I began to – well, not exactly dance, more like – flail around.
I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on myself as the last time I tapped with regularity, I was five. Still, I thought it would all come back to me. Let me tell you, it’s not like riding a bike. However, even with the minor set-back of not having magical shoes, I think I’ll have a good time, as it has been my habit, if not my nature, to be happy when I’m dancing.
Tonight, I begin tap dancing lessons. It’s only an 8-class session, to start, but I think it will be fun. Yes, as Danny Kaye says, the best things happen while you’re dancing. And if you can make clickety-clack noises while doing it, so much the better (I added that second part myself).
Being completely enthralled when I watch all the old tap dance routines, I have noticed and noted that it seems impossible to be anything less than totally happy when tap dancing. Unfortunately, I think I began to endow my shoes with magical happy properties, for when I placed them on my feet, I began to – well, not exactly dance, more like – flail around.
I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on myself as the last time I tapped with regularity, I was five. Still, I thought it would all come back to me. Let me tell you, it’s not like riding a bike. However, even with the minor set-back of not having magical shoes, I think I’ll have a good time, as it has been my habit, if not my nature, to be happy when I’m dancing.
Comments
Rational Jenn, I think you cursed my shoes with your Jelly-Legs jinx!
Principled Parent, my comments here just about sum up my first night, but I'm sure I'll improve (or at least I assume I'll improve with effort) and post about it later.
Fiddler - there was no jazz! I told you - you must join me next week. C'mon, I can't be the only loser (not that you're a loser, just that you might be as bad as me). Isn't that enticing? Well, you know what I mean.
It was hard, but fun. Because I was the worst in the class of 4 and 1 teacher, I could see how much fun it'll be when I get better (the rhythmic sound is awesome). My fifteen year old who was sitting in the front room with the closed-circuit TV (she had just finished her class) said, "Mom, you didn't really suck" then she smiled a sad little encouraging smile at me.
And that was really all the incentive I needed to plan the redesign of the college boy's room into a tiny dance studio.
I am determined to at least be able to shuffle off to Buffalo and make it look and sound good!