Entertainment Art DIARY OF A DANCING WITH THE LOCAL STARS (DWTLS)…STAR.

Meet and Greet Night

Well, here I am meeting all the local stars for the big event in February. Everyone is nice—some a little nervous. I find out my dance teacher is Sean France, owner of Sean France Ballet Dance Studio. Crap, I think. He seems nice but I never took ballet. Is my posture going to live up to expectation? I think all this and the poor guy has been nothing but nice. Quit the negativity I tell myself. We draw numbers randomly to see what order our dance is. I draw number 8—Sean says that is great—gives us a chance to breathe after the opening number.

I also realize the Women’s Division committee has this planned to the smallest detail. The women are smiling, encouraging and working hard. I am impressed but not surprised—women are fabulous organizers and know how to follow through.

I look around—I am definitely the oldest. And not the slimmest either. I was up all night a few weeks ago watching exercise ads—knowing in a few months I would be on display. I especially liked the Slim Fit Board—a Shark Tank purchase. Just five minutes a day basically doing the Twist on what looks like a curved skateboard. I order it in blue at two in the morning. It arrives just a few days later. I step on it, balancing myself—this is going to be easy—love to twist—doesn’t hurt my knees or back—getting a little breathless and achy—90 seconds later. Five minutes???? Uh huh…

First Group Rehearsal

Sub-temperatures outside as I enter Tanglewood on a Friday night. I have long underwear on—forgetting that I certainly don’t need it for our first group practice. I come early because Sean and I were going to rehearse our own dance before everyone else gets here. But Sean texts me — he is okay but he slid into a ditch. He won’t make it tonight. I suddenly feel like the kindergartner whose mom couldn’t make it to school for the art project. Soon though, the food arrives. Firehouse Subs is supplying our supper. Yes, Women’s Division insists on having plenty of food and water for us during rehearsal and Firehouse Subs kindly donated delicious subs, salads and cookies. I don’t eat much—partly because of nerves and partly because I still am delusional enough to think I can lose 20 pounds in six weeks.

I introduce myself to some of the dancers as they come in. I talk to Tim and Lynette and Karissa. Everyone is so genuine — I feel less insecure.

Mary and Fran, teachers of the opening number, get us grouped together and the dance rehearsal begins at seven. They explain the steps, start the music…and oh boy—I can do the steps but don’t get the sequence right. Side together, step step—then the pony and a shimmy. The shimmy is fun but my 38DD ta tas keep on moving long into the cha cha — which is next or is it another side together step step? I know from past experience it will just click eventually so I‘m not too upset but then I look at the dancers — especially the ones doing this for the first time. They are all doing it correctly! Not fair—they are younger, in shape — this means I may have to ask for pity votes.

Then my eyes catch the large DTWLS poster and I remember this is a fundraiser—for area food banks. It’s not about the dance, it certainly isn’t about me — it’s about raising money for people in need. When I agreed to participate, Mary Kendall, co-chair, told me this was a lot of work and sacrifice—about three months focused on dance rehearsals and raising money. I look around at my fellow dancers. They all agreed to the same time frame. Lots of hard work coupled with meeting others who have the same aspiration—to help people. I am in good company—a company of good people—who cares how long it takes my tas tas to get back in place?


From my heart to yours,
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