Over the years we have choreographed a range of
delicious, Burlicious dance routines. We have triumphant, strutting ones; sexy
ones; smouldering, sensual and secretive ones; sassy ones; bouncy, cheeky ones;
suggestive ones; sort of retro or vintage ones; and ones in which our tongue is firmly
in our cheek.
The routine that we reprised in class last night is
a positively genteel little number. Think showgirls from the Folies Bergere (sadly,
without those amazing costumes), doing a lot of very nice walking about with some
ladylike twirls and knee bobs.
Well, that’s the idea.
In practice, it does acquire a slightly more
informal feel to it when we are teaching it as it all gets a bit more random. And
the Sergeant Major-style yelling of “slide, BOB, slide, BOB!” is a smidge at
war with the elegant, gliding, swans-on-the-surface appearance that we are
after. And that’s before we even get to our favourite bit where we know we will
be shouting “CURTSEY!!!” at the very top of our corseted little lungs, half
scaring our showgirls off their heels as they skip about having set off on the
wrong foot 😊.
All in an evening’s crafting of beauty, Showgirls,
all in the crafting of beauty.
Yours, itching to acquire second-hand feathered
headdresses,
Burlicious x
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