I loved dancing school when I was a kid. It was more than dancing school. It was the foundation for whatever paltry confidence I dragged with me into adulthood, and it kept me out of trouble in more ways than I can count.
I suffered through ballet class. We all did. The bar work, no matter how it toned my body in a way I didn't appreciate at the time, was grueling. Connie had us bending and twist and holding, and it was difficult and painful. The tap dance, however, was thoroughly enjoyable. Nobody taught like Connie did. She was striking, demanding, and talented, and she endowed my feet with 15 years’ worth of tap routines that are forever emblazoned in my muscle memory (a term she used frequently). Waltz clogs, time steps (single, double, and triple), shuffle off to Buffalo, Fred Astaire breaks, chugs, flaps, slaps and travelling steps are all accessible to me now.
Before my weight loss surgery a year ago, tap dance was one of the things that motivated and excited me. Elizabeth’s sophomore year high school musical and dance recital fired me up even more. Now, I’m pursing it.
I've listed two classes in Pacifica’s Park & Rec Fall Play book. Beginners Adult Tap Dance is offered twice with a series of six classes in September/October, and six classes in October/November; two sessions back to back. I’m holding the classes in the little dance studio at the Pacifica Community Center. It’s got bars, mirrors and everything.
I am poised to launch an intensive local marketing campaign with flyers, postcards, ads in the paper and on Pacifica’s public access channel, and a website dedicated exclusively to tap dance. I think I’ll call it “Pacifica Tap”. I want to apply what I've learned about press at Sanchez Art Center to this.
There is a tiny possibility that I might be able to teach a class at Spindrift, too, but we’ll see if it works out. It doesn't matter to me one way or the other. What matters to me is my health and readiness.
I better get ready.