Well, George and I danced our duet at Mirage last night. For me, it was the worst bellydancing performance I have ever given. I missed at least 4 major poses, and was blatantly looking at George at several points during our eight minute routine. To be fair to myself, when I was on I was really on, and my face never completely dropped. But still, I am *always* the one who knows the routine cold, who never misses a major point. So I am rattled.
It was also bad because Wednesday I found out that Almaazah, my dance teacher of two years, is moving to Ohio … NEXT WEEK. It is wonderful that her husband has finally found a good job where he will be at home and won’t have to travel, but I will miss her desperately. She has arranged for Melissa Amira to take over for her with our class, same time and same place. Now, Melissa has seen me dance before — she was the featured dancer the night that I did my first solo (which I felt pretty good about). However, she was also the featured dancer last night, and we were introduced as two of Almaazah’s students. This means she was watching us knowing that she was going to be teaching us in the future. She said very nice things to us when we came off, but I am still embarassed that the first time she has seen me in that light was my worst performance ever.
And this morning, I spilled hot coffee all over my lap.
I am ready for the weekend.
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