This week seems to be witnessing the opening of many new dance possibilities. Two days after signing up for a modern recital, I got cleared to move on to a more advanced jazz class!
The idea has existed as a sort of mini-conspiracy for a couple of weeks now, since the start of the current course. The six-week pay-per-course system seems to be a magnet for beginners who aren’t sure about dancing or just don’t want to commit. This time, we got three new people, none of whom appear to have ever danced before.
I usually quite enjoy new people in class. They motivate me to try harder and be at my best. I have to admit that the reasons for this are mostly egotistical – the feeling of progress that you get when you remember that you struggled just as much when you were starting out, and now look at you, graceful like a gazelle (except when you just happen to be falling out of a pirouette). Plus, I get to meet new people.
This time, my enjoyment was somewhat limited by the fact that Y. had to explain the warm-up sequence for a thousandth time and the pace of the lesson was generally quite slow. Jazz class always seems like my easiest class. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but it almost got boring this time. And so I didn’t protest when a classmate, Cloud, asked me after class whether maybe, we should move on to the intermediate class. We discussed it for a while, came back to it again the next week and decided to just ask Y. what it actually takes to go to intermediate.
The intermediate class is taught by the same teacher, using the same technique, exercises and choreography, only at a much faster pace. And presumably with corrections geared slightly more towards people with dancing experience than «point your foot during tendus». It takes place right after the beginner class and ends at half past nine in the evening, which is kind of late.
Yesterday, I made good on our decision and asked Y. about moving up. She explained that it was each student’s individual choice which class to go to – you just have to be comfortable with the pace of the lesson. She also told us we’re free to try it out and then run back with our tails between our legs whenever we want. So that’s what we are going to do.(Try it out, I mean. Running back isn’t really a part of the plan.) We’re gonna wait until the beginning of the next course, because chances are, the intermediate class is already much further along in the current choreography. My mom also decided to join us in our noble mission, which is cool – leaving your friends behind being one of the challenges of such a switch. Between the three of us and Terry, a sweet Czech girl who switched a while ago, at least we won’t be lonely!