During the late ’90s, my stepfather would eagerly request to have me dance during their Christmas party at work. He was working as a construction supervisor/architect at the diocese of Mati. Basically, the bishop of Mati was his boss. I was pressured to perform back then. I pulled it off but I felt uneasy while performing because I wanted to perform something original, something that I created. Choreography is not my talent because I learned through the years that I can dance or perform any step but it’s not really easy for me to create steps that I want to perform. Anyway, solo dancing is not really something that I like as I never have tried to practice completely alone at home, how much more if there are people watching. I know it’s weird but that’s just how I feel.
And recently, just yesterday actually, I performed solo again. With all the gained weight over the past year, it was really difficult for me to move though the audience may disagree. It wasn’t my ideal kind of performance as I really want to perform in a group rather than doing it solo, but there’s really no time for me or my office mates to practice or even plan what to present. Nonetheless, I’d take the win anytime of the day so in the end it was still good.
After yesterday’s performance, the only thing I can think of was that I miss dancing so much and that I would always love it.
Nostalgia Express 