Sometimes life throws you a curved ball. Nothing drastic, just a little thing or two that will take you out of your comfort zone for a bit. Now as this curved ball comes flying at you you can either:
b. Run around like a headless chicken without a plan and try and catch the ball.
c. Do like kids do …….. close your eyes and spread your arms and hope like crazy that the ball will land in your arms, also hoping like crazy that the person who has thrown the ball hasn’t thrown it too hard.
Once a year Jenny Davis Dance studio has a concert. Over the years this extravaganza has grown from her students doing dances to the whole community becoming involved.
Anyone with a deep need to be on stage to act, sing or dance, (Jenny actually got the “tough dudes” in town to don tu-tu’s and do a ballet ……. well almost) was welcomed with open arms and all had their moment of fame.
This year the Church Choir sang, the youth boys acted and the various groups of people were slotted into the programme.
JOSEPH AND HIS TECHNICOLORED DREAMCOAT was becoming an ambitious reality.
Now this is where the curved ball comes in. Quite happy with my busy lot in life ……. and for reasons I cannot remember me and the Bokkies are coerced to do a dance. I seem to remember words like:
“Everyone has dropped out of the dance and wont we slot in”
“Jenny Davis REALLY needs you”
“Its a community thing and we have to be involved”
“President Zuma NEEDS you ……………………… ”
And so forth.
For most of us our kids were already involved ….. Rosie heavily entrenched in the dancing and Jamie back-stage. None of our hubbies were in the performance.
Practice started months before the event and right from the outset it became very clear that about half of us simply could not dance. We …….. me being one of them …….. had no rhythm, we knew nothing about beats or bars or … or …., we couldn’t do the dance without going “one, two, three …….. ” most of the dance was in eight counts, but if we didn’t concentrate it was a mess-up ……. you could constantly see us mouthing “one, two, threee ……..” whilst our eyes were on Shona or Lindsay (who can actually dance) – hence we were always a milli-second behind them ……. and it was a co-ordinated dance.
We were the Egyptian Dancers …….. AKA The Egyption MOmmy’s.
Add to this mix was the costume – we all had to look exactly the same. But … we are not built exactly the same – we had the tall blond goddess right through to, um, well, ummmm me. Pictures of Cleopatra outfits and wigs flew over the bbm channels, and eventually, an outfit was agreed upon.
We practiced and to be quite honest we were looking really good ……….. until the final rehearsal – this is NOT the dress rehearsal, this is the rehearsal BEFORE the dress rehearsal (please note that the word HEARSE plays an important part in the word reHEARSEl ……… I now know why because it IS like driving yourself to your own funeral.
The whole cast is there and we are ready, as our music starts we realise that the rendition of our song was not the same one we had practiced with – in short we were awful. Then Jenny says “just do it without the music” easier said than done Jen!
Next night – the night before the show – is full dress rehearsal. We go on and we were rocking and, so sad, our music stopped half way through our dance ……. we fell apart.
Anyway …… we were promised that tomorrow … the day of the show all would be perfect.
SHOW DAY!!!! In true Bokkie form we all had commitments for the Saturday morning and the there was to be two shows, a 3 o’clock matinee and a 7 pm evening performance.
At 1 we all finally got our act together and met at Lindsays for make up and together time. Alas for us this also meant that our troop or herd of kids were also hanging out with us for make up and together time …… Flip the Ancient Egyptians used a lot of makeup.
We schmoozed over to the resort at 2 and the place was bopping. Not only was there an Over-sold out Matinee (this means 250 people were there to watch) but there was some rugby match on so the rest of the community were at the CSF Resort to watch the game in the pub. Hundreds of people were there.
The show started …….. and it Rocked, Rosie and her group were simply awesome, Jamie and Trudi were hustling up a storm moving sets and doing last minute changes back stage. And then it was our turn ……… we aced it ……. the crowd went wild ……… they loved us.
One performance to go and then our careers as dancers would be over. We had this in the bag!
Again the evening was packed. We got onto the stage VERY confident that we would rock it a second time. The opening notes to “Walk like an Egyptian” started.
Two of us missed the opening cue ……. no-one noticed it was a co-ordinated miss.
I couldnt remember the dance at all ….. but kept my eye firmly on Shona to keep up.
And then it happened ……….. half way through the song/dance ……. we hear DOEF CRASH SMASH – and the Resort is plunged into the deepest darkness.
“What happened” We hear as we are all frozen in some Egyptian pose.
“Someone has fallen off the stage” We hear
That got us all moving ……. one of the Bokkies was hurt.
We rushed over to where the DOEF CRASH SMASH happened and there lay a Bokkie in full Egyptian attire crumpled on the floor. The remains of the piping hot stage light shattered around her. She was making the most peculiar noises.
“Are you hurt?” I ask …… DUM QUESTION
Funny noise comes up at me
“…….. can you move?”
The light come on ……
We see one of our precious Bokkies lying in the shattered glass.
She is crying ……… crying with hysterical laughter.
She gets back on stage and we all sort of finish the dance and the hobble back stage. We are all now hysterical, black Egyptian make-up is streaming down our faces, we are relieved …. our Bokkie is fine.
Back stage pandemonium has broken out …….. the whole cast thinks that someone has been seriously injured. The Doctor (who very handily was back stage … he was part of the cast) couldn’t get near his potential patient, we are all rolling on the floor with laughter. The poor man didn’t know who was injured because we were all dressed identically and we were all carrying on like seriously injured imbeciles.
Jenny rushes backstage – she also couldn’t work out who fell.
Once she worked out that we were all just idiots, but not injured idiots she said these words:
“Would you mind going on and finishing the Dance if you are all OK”
“Oh Ja! sure not a problem …..” We all had officially lost our minds.
We did it …… Sort of …… The crowd went wild.
Anyway, back to the curved ball. This dance was such an amazing experience. I have now decided to embrace curved balls in the future. It took me out of my comfort zone. It didn’t cost me a fortune – actually pittance. I met amazing new people. I had experiences that I never would have had.
It has also added another fun memory, to the already bursting memory bag with me and my friends.
In the end that is what it is all about ….. memories, OH!!!! and lots of laughs. OH!!!! and lots of photos ………… did I tell you about the Youtube video? ………..