In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Juliette gets dragged out onto the dance floor by twerking dervish Heidi and instinctive robot buster-outer Abram. What does any of that even mean? You're about to find out.
I love taking classes. I love learning. Since graduating college, I've signed up for courses all over LA, from UCLA Extension's writing seminars (they're great!) to improv workshops at The Groundlings (good too!). And I won't even get into all the acting classes I have experienced.
In this last episode of Go-Go Boy Interrupted, Danny reflects on 12 years of partying in L.A. with nothing to show for it. Now he is jobless, friendless, and, worst of all, not in his 20s anymore. What he does next will surprise you.
Being a really good dancer just reeks so much of giving a crap about a pursuit that seems kind of silly. It's like Jerry Seinfeld replied on Seinfeld when a girl asked if he went out dancing often: "No, because it's so stupid."
This percussion-rich music and their accompanying partner dances are a source of some seriously sweaty cardio, perma grins (except for the all too serious rico suave's out there) and a dynamic cross-cultural celebration.
I will never be a professional dancer, and that's okay. Because I'll always be able to perform for someone, teach someone, share the happiness of dancing with someone... and that is all I could hope for.
The Book Doctors met Lee Wilson at a Pitchapalooza (think American Idol for books) at a fantastic bookstore called pages: a book store, in Manhattan Beach, California. She was so warm, funny, passionate and professional. And she had excellent posture! Turns out that was no accident.
If you can imagine standing in a crowd of hundreds and peering up at art installations/sculptures up to 100 feet high as they burst into flames in symbolic offerings, you would come away with feelings of awe, veneration, wonder and even dread.
The following week, cast decisions were made. All of my dancer friends rejoiced seeing their name on the coveted list. I scanned and scanned for the last name "Schemmer," but there was none. I didn't make it.
Zumba's slogan is "join the party." One of the best decisions I ever made was joining the party. There is rarely a "maybe later" in life or dance. Moving in the moment is the only way to heal sometimes.
When did stepping onto the dance floor become an open invitation for anyone to grab at you or feel you up? When did it become socially acceptable for anyone to invade your personal space and touch you intimately without even the slightest attempt at conversation?
There is no cure for cerebral palsy. Selective dorsal rhizotomy is the only proven procedure that can remove spasticity caused by CP. SDR provides a better quality of life to adults and children who qualify for it.
Every one of us is going to have our own pace. We can't compare ourselves to other dancers, or other people. We need to be patient, and gentle with ourselves. Just do your best and trust in the process. When we keep going, we eventually get there. There are many paths to any destination.