September 29, 2008
There is this amazing show on TV that rocks my world in all ways. It’s called, “So You Think You Can Dance,” and when it’s on, I sit intently on the couch with my purple leggings, and stretch leotard and unabashedly critique all the dancers on the show, because I know everything about dance. It’s true, just ask me.
After the show’s finished, the dancers tour and perform all over America. My crazy friend Jenielle and I got tickets, and we went to the show Saturday night at the Honda Center in Anaheim.
But first we had to have a drink, because we were embarking on a journey where 12 year old girls rule, and 27 year old girls are considered old and slightly dorky.
Aside from the awkwardness of being in a sea of Hannah Montana clones, and their sad mothers who had to wrestle themselves into their Seven jeans and silk halter tops, we had so much fun!
We gorged on cotton candy and my heart melted as the beautiful dancers stepped on stage. Not only did they do an amazing job, but their movements moved me. Time after time, I was being washed over with goosebumps as I watched their expression and interpretation of music transform their bodies into something magical.
Almost as magical as Jenielle and I are when we dance:
…But we don’t like to brag.