Master Class

Ow. Rachel and I and our classmates trekked out to Maple Ridge today for what our teacher calls a Master Class in bellydance. Basically, we’re advanced students and worked on advanced choreography.

It used muscles I forgot I even had. I could tell I was rusty, but Kim got us doing some yoga to warm up, which was a departure from how we usually warm up. It was great, but ow! Those are my hiiiips!

Then we worked on the choreography, which was a challenge, because we haven’t done it for several months. It was less of a mess than I thought, but not perfect by any means.

I worry that as a member of the master class, I will let us down. I get mixed up, especially in a dance when we don’t repeat any sequences. And are using zils. But Kim thinks we can do it, and that means she thinks I can do it. So I will.

But I am not going to be a Kitsilano Yoga Bunny.

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