Let’s journey back to that overly hot and musky studio.
If you spent your childhood in a dance studio then I’m sure you have some stories to tell! If you’re like me and haven’t danced in years, let’s take a trip down memory lane and look back at the highs and lows of the dance world – from glitter to tutus and everything in between!
The smell of smell hairspray, and the immediate flashbacks that follow.
Having to put on overly dramatic makeup that looked ridiculous in natural lighting, but amazing on stage.
Repeating the words “I can’t, I have dance” A LOT in our time.
5AM weekend starts, and then still having to be up early for school.
Nailing a pirouette when there wasn’t a single soul around to witness it.
Getting asked the famous question “Can you do the splits?”
Using your social media profile picture to showcase a new move.
The quick changes backstage gave you the worst anxiety of your life.
The ever-annoying buying and losing bobby pins cycle.
Destroying new ballet shoes so you could dance in them, and yes that included banging them against the wall repeatedly.
Having Impossibly tight hairstyles, which prove how poorly hairbands are made.
Gruesome workouts you’re probably still recovering from, I know I am.
Our feet being constantly in some kind of pain, not to mention the hard skin situation.
It was completely acceptable, natural even, to change in front of people.
Similarly, it was absolutely normal to walk around in nothing but tights and a leotard.
We all had the same not so funny joke that we could only count to eight.
Using sounds or words for each count and everyone being somehow able to flawlessly follow along.
Arguing over terminology, and were convinced the person you were arguing with obviously knew nothing.
Naturally standing in fifth position, even when we weren’t in a dance class.
Being told that dance isn’t a “real sport”, which is as infuriating as it is untrue.
Everywhere was a dance floor, and be it the supermarket or the classroom, you found yourself dancing around to music no-one else could hear.
And I’m sure you’ll remember listening to the radio and hearing songs you’ve danced to over and over again.
There was always one dancer that everyone believed was the teacher’s favourite.
If you competed you’ll understand the struggle of sleeping in countless hotels, B&B’s, and the odd caravan site.
And finally, the pushy parents.
Don’t forget to share your dancing stories in the comment below!