i hafta say. was the effort worth the reward?

as soon as the lights hit my face and i saw the crowd, a great feeling of happiness overcame me, like one of those waves that almost killed me on the beach years ago. it was definitely worth 2 days of being sore and frustrated.

thats the moment. just out there on stage. out there, like a ghost of a robot doing some preprogrammed and precoordinated moves. every inch of the theatre seemed packed, i can imagine the parents, jaws open, the friends of the dancers, holding up cardboard signs that should have been on TRL. the lights burned my retina, and i did not look up anymore. as time flowed past, i could only let my body obey the music, until it was over, that seemed so fast.

then it happened. we were nearly halfway thru, then SMACK! my salsa partner ran straight into me and her cell phone and something else i could not see went flying from somewhere out of her. its cool tho, wasn't her fault. wasn't mine. just something that happened.

other than that all went well. we performed like a well oiled machine. like a virus free computer. like a colony of ants. 20 dollars that came out of my pocket was used as a prop and i almost did not find it. good thing i did. we got korean bbq after. or rather, i did. everyone else got tofu soup, because they weren't idiots.

i'll never forget that moment when the lights turned on, and for moments i was somewhere else. crowd jeering like a prize fight match.

till next time, my fellow dancers and thai peoples. '06. i'll be there.

with bells on. one last time.