I can't believe I am up at 8am the day after a show (having gone to bed at 1:30am). Yesterday was definitely a whirlwind. Hell, this last week was a whirlwind. I am very happy with how the show went. Huge thank you to all of the fabulous dancers who came out and performed. Even bigger thank you to my Rebel Hips students for supporting me and the studio, giving it their all.
I was incredibly honoured last night to have my students do a tribute to me with the 5 minute shimmy (which I took from my last teacher and mentor, Jumanah). I make all of my classes do it, from the very first beginner class, to my student troup. What was interesting to me was that I didn't get all teary and emotional. I think my voice started to crack while talking about Silk Sirens Tribal, but that was due to being parched, not emotion (although I meant every word! you ladies are fabulous). I can't be cryin' at every show! And you can't make me! Hahahaha.
Seeking Sekhmet was the show that was not supposed to "be". Originally, it was supposed to be just a small potluck gathering of my students to celebrate the end of a year before a break from choreography in the summer. Then Slave Lake happened and I wanted to do something for that. It was incredibly difficult trying to secure a location for a fundraiser show, which is why I ended up just having a silent auction (final numbers on money raised are just waiting me counting and gathering a couple payments, but I am going to guess over $300! Which isn't bad!)
As I was getting ready yesterday, I felt incredibly calm at the beginning of the day. Then my calm started to unravel. I managed to accomplish removing my old toe nail polish and putting on one coat of the new stuff, but that was about it. The day started off with me packing up the costumes (one in particular I had just finished altering the night previous), submitting the programs to the printers, and trying to finalize that music line up on my ipod so that everything would flow smoothly and evenly.
I don't like being disorganized when it comes to events. In fact, I like everything to be together and ready to go. When people show up to an event and it runs smoothly, it's because there is some Type A psycho in the background making sure all the details are in check. But I had been teaching all this week and just couldn't get all the details finalized. My next task was to start to put together tech notes. I didn't have time to go through all of the emails I received and hoped the ladies could provide the info at the show.
I packed up all the fabric, papers, a couple of the silent auction items, tried to get some of my dishes done because they hadn't been touched in a week, started doing my hair...and the phone rang off the hook. Sorry if I didn't answer, show day is crazy. As I am getting ready, with minutes to spare before I have to be at the hall, I realize I haven't picked up the programs. I had curlers in my hair and was in my pyjamas. I hopped into my car and drove like a crazy lady in the torrential downpour to pick up the programs. Of course everyone was driving like jerk offs. Who drives 40? Seriously people! Give your heads a shake! I walked into staples, ready to rock and roll and was stuck behind some door knob in line at the copy center who wouldn't stop talking. I managed to leave with programs in tow and no temper tantrums. However, at this point in my day my calm was seriously, seriously, seriously, harshed. I felt ready to explode.
I pack up the final items into my poor little car and drive over to the hall. Weirdly, I see there are lots of cars in front of it. And people hanging out. The first thought I have is "the show isn't for a few hours people, you can't wait for a seat for that long!" haha. I walk into the hall and see that it is FULL of ankle biters. Yep. Here I am thinking I can get in to do set up of the hall and it is over run with kids. Uh oh. Calm SERIOUSLY deteriorating.
I ask a young aid when they are done. They say 5:30pm is when they lock the doors. Shit. It was 4:00. Thankfully the show started a bit later than usual, but I was panicked. I walked into the back dressing room where two of my senior students were waiting and said "Well ladies, if you ever wanted to see me lose my temper and freak out, today is the day!" One of the girls was trying to hold back laughter at my near Chernobyl freak session. I managed to gain some composure and start to get a bit organized in the back room. It was a great time for hair and make-up.
As I was walking into the hallway, one of the mom's of the kids comes up to me and informs me that she is throwing a surprise birthday party for her son. For those of you that know me well, you know I shoot from the hip and am a fairly straight forward person. The battle for diplomacy (and I use those words intentionally) have been very hard fought for me. As this mom is telling me her plans, one of my senior students pops around the corner just in time to hear this exchange.
I pulled on my diplomacy pants and managed to communicate how unfortunate it was that the hall must have b een double booked and that I didn't know about the kids being there and they didn't know that I was going to be there and that it really was unfortunate we were both not better informed, however I have the hall booked for a show. I said the latest they could stay was 5:30pm. You want to know the crazy part? She didn't even have the hall booked! She was going to attach the birthday party onto the afterschool program and expected the staff to let them stay after the usual end time of 5:30pm without arranging anything with the hall in advance ("Oh, I just thought I could take over the after care program and have the staff stay later."). I forgot what neighbourhood I was in and how out to lunch the people are that live there. The poor aids (which are all teenagers) looked bewildered. Who presumes they can just have a hall for a party and not book the hall? Anyways....this woman's insanity is not the point. The point was, I was very proud that I managed to remain diplomatic and not scream at this person. Even my students commented that they were very proud of me for keeping composed and diplomatic.And at this point, all of the crazy psycho emotions that had been running through me went away. I felt like I had accomplished something. Personal growth! Yay!
Thankfully, everything else went smoothly. Minor ankle biter disaster averted, we managed to get the hall set up in record time. Huge thanks to Erin, Brittany and Jacquie for coming early and getting to work. It went really fast. Another big thank you to Shelly for coming out and helping with ticket taking and door. Thanks to Emma for organizing the silent auction. I think if I had added that to my plate I would have had a huge meltdown.
Now, with everything going on: new session, show, studio renovations, I was spread pretty thin. I truthfully had no idea what I was going to do on stage as I had had no time to prepare in advance. But I knew what I wanted to dance to and I had to dance to those pieces. I basically pulled out the big knee pads and asked the Goddess, the Force, God, whomever to PLEASE not let me fall on my ass. And after a point, I didn't worry about it. I figured I would drop my sword, which I did, but I'm good with it. I figured there were moments when I wouldn't know what to do, which happened, and I dealt with it. All in all, I am pleased with how things turned out: I feel very happy with my own performances, very happy with guests and students AND I didn't lose my temper and scream at anyone. Good show. Good Show.
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