DANCING, A DANGEROUS SPORT

NEWS OF THE DAY

I finally received notification from my publisher, Whiskey Creek Press, that my first novel, SHIMMYING FAITH, will be released January, 2011!


QUOTE OF THE DAY

Joseph Addison (1672-1719)

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity, These are but trifles, to be sure: but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”

TALES OF SCHEHEREZADE’S

Dancing, a Dangerous Sport

I love dancing with my troupe. I love performing with my best friends and the feeling of being one with them. That said, be warned, you could be in danger if you are chosen to share a stage with me.

Many moons ago, I was invited to join my fellow dancers in an annual outdoor festival in May. I was so very excited to share the stage with some of my closest friends. We had been working very hard on a new beautiful veil routine for several months. By May, we had it near perfected. Of course, as with any virgin performance of a new choreography, a few minor mishaps may occur.

The routine started off strong. The veils billowed beautifully in the spring breeze. Ooo’s and aaah’s rose from the audience at all the appropriate spots. The majority of the choreography was performed in a circle, true Harem girl style. For the last sixty-four counts of the music, a line was formed across the front of the stage, where the focus was on our intricate bodywork, figure eights, undulations, etc., where we stayed in perfect synchronization with the dancer next to us.

Each beautiful woman remained, demurely posed, with eyes cast down to the right, anxiously waiting our moment to move. The girl on the far left of the stage performed her barrel turn, moving her around the rear of the stage till the circle was again formed. On the next four counts, the performer to her right followed in a lovely, flowing contagion. Finally it was Shalena’s turn, my best and dearest friend, who stood just to my left. Shalena hesitated slightly and her four counts were gone.

As she took her first step preparing for her barrel, I began mine as well. Unfortunately, she was not yet out of my arm range. In fear of the veil being pulled from my hand by the wind, my left hand was fisted, clutching the edge of my veil. It came up and WHAM! My fist connected solidly on her chin with all the built up energies I possessed to finish our routine with a strong, magnificent circle of veil. Taking a quick glance, without stopping my momentum (the show must go on), I discover Shaleana stumbling back out of the line, dazed. Being the professional she was, she took only seconds to recoup and take her place again to complete the flowing circle and strike our final pose.

Besides being washed with embarrassment, I felt terrible for abusing someone, especially in public. Luckily, it was Shaleana who laughed first. Later while reviewing the video with my loving friends, they discovered rewinding that particular section of the show, was the most entertaining portion. They could watch me whack the devil out of my best friend, over and over again.

Remember, though you are on a stage, in front of hundreds of witnesses, you are not safe from assaults by your best friend and fellow dancers. Dancing is a dangerous sport.

How many of you have abused your fellow dancers, accidentally of course!
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