Stage fright my ass

One of the reasons I never wanted to take part in any dance contest (apart from the sever lack of self confidence) was stage fright. I always used to tell myself, and all those who'd care to listen, that I didn't like being in the spot light, in the sense that I go out and show off. It was totally fine if I somehow found myself put in one, but not if I were to be the one to search for it.

Then I realised that, yet again, I was just repeating something I somehow one day decided was the truth and implemented that stage fright on myself. Because once I took a couple of minutes to analyze the thing, I saw how I would usually end up entertaining my friends when out dancing etc., which obviously meant I liked performing. And by the looks of it, I wasn't too bad at it either.

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Last month I was contacted by a girl who offered me to do a dance gig at one of Warsaw's clubs. It later turned out that by accepting that offer, I kind of joined this hip hop ensemble, which now goes by the name of Warsaw Dream Team (I just realised how well it goes with my blog's tittle!). How it works, basically, is that we have those little stages that we go out on 3 times during a party, for about 15 minutes each, look pretty and dance pretty, or at least we try to. I was a bit nervous the first time we did it back in May, but I did thoroughly enjoy the experience.

The second time around, last week, I was not nervous a bit about performing. Maybe anxious about how my friends would react to my new hair, though not all that much - I felt great and that's what was most important. After I made it official that there was almost no hair left, a lot of people were urging me to put up a picture. I dragged it on on purpose, as I knew we would have professional  make up artist work on us this time, so a stage caption would be perfect for the hair debut. Man, do I like to be right. 

There were more photgraphers this time, also a guy recording the party and our dancing, so we could prepare a promotional video. And you know what? I didn't mind either!

So as soon as I got off the stage, I told Adam, the best dance and clubbing partner I've had, that I guess my stage fright was gone. Or was actually never real in the first place. I guess he agreed.

Oh, and a close up of the make up, 'cause it seriously kicked ass!

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Today I was co-hosting a Zumba marathon in a town called Wołomin, about 25 km away from Warsaw. I've been a Zumba instructor for exactly a month on this day and been giving classes for 2 weeks, not that much experience I hear you say. Yeah, I think so too.

But as I've finally come to a point where I'm letting myself try out for things I wouldn't have in the past, as soon as I read they needed instructors to show some routines, I signed up. And boy am I glad I did! There weren't all that many people dancing with us, but the ones who were had some great energy and seemed to appreciate us and the whole event. Surprisingly enough, no stage fright at all, even without any experience in such things. 

Actually, I really really enjoyed it. 

I can't wait to be able to fill in a big room of people and show them how to have some good Zumba time!