Intermittent synchronicity

It can take a while to get one's head around a routine and to learn it so that feet, arms and body do what they should at every beat. 

It's an additional challenge to do that AND to learn how best to position oneself to dance alongside another showgirl without accidentally whacking her in the head with an enthusiastic flung-out arm, or failing entirely to connect with her when (as in this routine) a boa is passed from one to another.

Our little hall has no mirrors. Leading from the front of the class last night, with my back to the troupe for the most part, it makes me smile to hear little scamperings behind me as various showgirls quickly adjust where they are standing as they suddenly realise that they are not where they need to be in relation to their partner. I like, too, the helpless giggles that often accompany these ad hoc manoeuvres. Quite often, a sea of happy chaos greets me when we all turn around and I can see for the first time what has been going on behind me.

On the other hand, what sometimes greets we Burlicious Three is a crisp, coordinated, in time, on beat troupe, all absolutely on top of the moves. Showgirls, that "buttock, buttock, foot, hand" sequence is fast becoming an utter marvel. If only I could say the moves fast enough to guide us as we dance!

Yours, loving what we do,

Burlicious x