THE GEEK WHO TRiED TO DANCE PART 3

[Part 1 here]

[Part 2 here]

It was around 7pm.  School building lobby.  There were a lot of people, 20 at least, waiting for instructions for the first audition elimination of my school's famous dance group.

That morning I received a text message that I was shortlisted.  So, yeah, I was a part of that crowd.

OH YEAH!

I was excited, nervous, and totally anxious all at once.  This was my first time to audition for anything.  There was something bugging me, though -- what on earth did they find in my boring application form that let them decide to give me a shot?  Maybe they just gave all the applicants a chance no matter how bland and ugly the contents of their application forms.  Well it matters no more anyway.  I was already there, a step closer.  To schoolwide humiliation that is.

So this is how it feels like -- nerve-wrecking and heart-pounding, never have I felt that sensation, like being in a reality show where contestants are eliminated one by one.

Some of the people there were already arrogantly dancing and showing-off their 'moves' to others, asking what dance group they came from, what dance genres are their specialties, blah blah blah.  On the back of my mind, I was hoping no one would pester me with such questions, because honestly, I really don't have time to entertain such questions that would only humiliate me big time if I answer truthfully.  I don't want to lie for an impression.  And I don't want to look like a jerk by keeping silent, either.

My insecurities are eating me alive.  Look at my competitors!  They are exuding that dancer aura.  What does a dancer-wannabe have against that?

I am the geek who is trying to dance.  Period.  Well at least the word 'tried' is in there, even though I might end up making a fool out of myself.

Finally, the organizers rounded us up.  The lead choreographer was a cute, plump young woman with a commanding look.  Now I'm scared.

We were then divided into groups.  Each group was assigned a senior member in charge of teaching us a short dance routine that we have to master that night.  Depending on our performance, they will decide whether we go on to the next round of elimination, or we are out.  Oh dear, how many rounds are there in this audition before I die a horrible death?

Mister tall guy became our dance instructor.  And behold what he was trying to teach us -- their most popular dance routine! And it gets even better -- the dance routine is synonymous to complicated.

[Yeah, I have to be doomed every time I end my dancing story.]

TO BE CONTINUED..