Dance Like No One is Watching

Once upon a time I had a dream of being on "Dancing with the Stars." Could this dream be a reality? One could still hope. I have often dreamt of being on "So You Think You Can Dance?" as well. These dreams would be wonderful if they came true, but the likelihood is slim to zilch. So what do I do instead? I take hip hop classes.

I woke up yesterday morning knowing that I would have a fun noon taking my favorite beginner hip hop class with my favorite hip hop instructor. I show up. I'm the only one there. Just me and the pro. I think to myself, OMG, all eyes will be solely on ME. I don't want that!

We start the class.

"Wassssuup girl, we ready to get down?"

"Down?" I thought, hmm... not when I'm the only human in the room besides YOU!

"Umm... yeah." I said, with complete falsehood of assurance.

"Let's do it!"

So he starts dancing. Homeboy is real good. I start to feel a little bit insecure due to the fact that I am the ONLY one in the room. (There is a camera in the room so that people in the waiting area can watch as well.)

He says to me, "Girl, you gotta dance like no one is watching. Feel the music, nobody's looking at you, just move how you feel you can move."

Nobody's looking at me? The camera is looking at me, and I'm sure many other people in the waiting area are as well!

Hip Hop teacher tells me to dance by myself.

I dance.

I dance like no one is watching.

I feel the music.

I become one with the music.

The door opens.

"Hi guys, we're here to watch the lesson, hope you don't mind!"

"Oh yeah, come on in!" says Hip Hop teacher.

WHAT?????!!!!! NO, don't come in! Of course I mind, I can't "feel" the music with you people watching!

And so they watch.

And so I dance.

And so I become embarrassed.

And so I find out these girls are waiting to take the advanced hip hop class to train to be Mav Dancers.

Perfect.

Class is over.

I just danced my heart out.

Embarrassed, I walk out without making eye contact.

I leave the studio.

I walk into the frigid cold air.

I open my car door.

I sit down.

I turn the key to start the car.

"Imma Be" (1) is on the radio.

I look around.

I begin to dance like no one is watching.

I say to myself, "Dancing with the Stars, here I COME!!!"

The End

(1)"Imma Be" is a lovely song sung by the Pop/Hip Hop sensation Black Eyed Peas. This song is a great song to jam to at any point in time. If you have not heard it, I recommend you looking this song up on your local itunes, Youtube, or Google browser. If you don't feel an urge to move any part of your body while listening to this tune, something is terribly wrong with you.

J-J

Once upon a time yesterday, I did not have to go to work. Woohoo! I woke up to a somewhat empty home. "Ahh... this is the life," I thought. Waking up and not having one single thing to do. Is that really the life? Not really. I would die of misery if I woke up every morning not having a single thing to do. How could I go on? I couldn't. 'Tis why I decided to make the most of my day. And oh what a day it was. "Ring, ring." Went the phone.

"Hello?" said J-J. (my mother, aka Big J-J)

"Whatchya doin' today girl?"

"Chillin'."

"Oh yah, wanna chill wit yo girl?" I questioned.

"I could do dat."

And so we did just dat. I hopped into my vehicle who is known as Priscilla, and drove to the beautiful suburban town that is Carrollton. Good 'ole Carrollton.

I arrived.

"Hello mother."

"Hello daughter."

We embraced.

"Such a pleasure to see you." I said.

"The pleasure is all yours my daughter."

"Oh mother, what a silly one you are."

We giggled. That's what moms and daughters do. Giggle. (Not to be confused with Google.)

We decided to see a movie. And so we did. As we were sitting in the theatre watching approximately 14 previews, my mother said to me, "How have you been feeling?"

"I've been better... I think." (You see, I have been having some issues lately, and it hasn't been the best, not major issues, but issues nonetheless, and it has been affecting several things in my life. Not good, but it's getting better.)

"You seem better."

"Yeah, it's good."

"I can tolerate being around you without having to scratch my EYES out!" J-J exclaimed.

"J-J, how dare you!"

"It's true, but I still love you."

And boy does she love me.

We watched the movie. We liked it. We left. We stopped by the house.

"Hi Spartacus!" (Spartacus is my brother's dog.)

I played with Spartacus for a bit. We ate. Mmmmm....

I became full.

We ran some errands.

We ate dinner.

I became full again.

I got my car washed. (It is currently raining. Good investment.)

I got gasoline in Priscilla.

I drove back to d Town.

I went over to my dear friends house to watch a popular television show about a man who is desperately trying to find a wife.

I saw many desperate women trying to force this man to fall in love with them.

I laughed.

We all laughed.

The four of us.

I thought, "how much fun I have with these friends."

They tried to plan my birthday around what they wanted to do.

I informed them that dancing will definitely be involved in the festivities of my birthday. (February 22.)

They said they would go.

I said, "Good."

I left.

I did a workout to Jillian Michaels, "No More Trouble Zones."

She's crazy.

"You're CRAZY Jillian Michaels!" I screamed.

She did not respond, she was on TV.

I went to my room.

I eventually went to bed.

I enjoyed my day off and my time with J-J and friends.

Day off... successful.

The end.

Sandman

Once upon a time last night, the weather was terribly cold, and I did not want to do ANYTHING! I came home to relax from what seemed like a 91/2 hour work day. Oh wait, it was, I got to work at 7:55, and I left around 6:40. I sat down on my lovely brown love seat, and began a pleasant conversation with my dear roommate.

"Whatever do we do tonight?" She said.

"I don't know, I'm so tired! I want to sleep!" I replied. Sleep? Who am I, and what have I done with myself? I don't ever want to go to bed at 7:00 on a Friday night, what has gotten into me? Don't worry, I didn't go to bed. We sat contemplating what to do on that dark cold night. (I would have been perfectly content staying in and watching a flic, but the roommate wanted to go out.) So being the great friend/roommate I am, we decided to have a roommate date to my fav restaurant in the great city of Denton, The GreenHouse.

We arrive. After walking in to what seemed like a 30 min. walk due to the horrid cold, we sat down immediately. Before I sat down, I saw a lovely older couple that I know.

"Hello there couple."

"Well hello there Shoh."

We chitted and chatted, and had a lovely conversation.

After I left the conversation with the couple, I thought to my self, wow this couple is always out and about. I see them often, and I know they go and do fun and adventurous things together all the time. That's what I want to do with my husband from day 1 to year 45. So Husband, "Hi, how are you? I hope you're doing well. I'm great. Very cold. Too cold. You love the Lord? Perfect. Oh, you love dancing just like me? Wonderful. You're funny too? Excellent. You like to ride your bike and do many other fun physical activities as well? Splendid! You're a gentleman too? Greatness. Well, see you soon!"

After I had the encounter with the older couple and the H, I sat down to a lovely meal with the roommate. Didn't get the norm avocado tacos. Mistake. Never will I get anything but the tacos. Unless it's the Greenhouse club. Very tasty as well. Oh how I love having good conversations with the roommate. What great discussions we had. It's nice to have a friend you can share pretty much anything with, and know she won't view you any less or more as a person. Thanks girl.

The check arrives. $8.63. Oh, let me pull out my gift certificate from my wonderful employees as a Christmas gift. Perfect. $12.67 remaining? Wonderful. "Here you go waitress."

"$4.00 remaining Shoh, enjoy it the next time you come in."

"Oh, thanks waitress, I will def. enjoy those avocado tacos for sure."

"Well, lets go." Says roommate.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! It's so COLD!"

"You can do it."

So we did it. We left. Into the cold. Survivor's.

We arrived at the place we call home, and popped in a movie. To my wonderful surprise I fell asleep watching the movie, woke up to the roommate gone and the TV turned off. It was 12:45 in the AM. Party Animal! I woke up this morning at 9:26 in the AM, and realized what great sleep I had encountered in the previous night. Hooray for the sand man. (The guy who comes at night and puts sand under your eyes when you have a good nights sleep.) Now, a new day shall begin with new shorts. Oh how I love my life.

The end.

The Beginning of What May Be Success!

The internet has become such a worldwide phenomenon obsessive life controlling brilliant crazed existence. Many of my friends have talked about the greatness that is the "blogging world." I never got into this whole reading into other people's lives and never talking to them about whatever it may be that they are dealing with in life. BUT, I kept hearing more about it, and yes, I too have jumped on the bandwagon. Why? To fit in? Yep, that is exactly it. No shame here. I want to be cool just like the rest of you. So I did it. I was actually inspired by my dear friend Kate. She decided to start one for the new year, and I decided to copy her. Originality, I think not! Conformity, yes please!

I decided to name the blog "Shoh's Shorts." (Pronounced Show's Shorts) Where did this distinguished name come about you may ask? Well, to disguise my blog from my students and other fellow people(parents of students) I may encounter at work, I decided to shorten my middle name Shohrae to Shoh, and use it as part of the name for the blog. I plan to give you riveting life changing short stories about random crazy events that happen in my life. (Hence the "short" aspect of the title.) Buckle your belts and hold on to your seats people, because you're in for an exhilarating ride here with Shoh's Shorts. Will you cry, laugh, scream, eat, press "X", mourn, sing for joy, hurt, or smile while reading this blog? Possibly, but who knows. This could be the beginning of what may be success! The emotion you experience is in the eye of the blogette.

(Blogette [blah-ghett]- term coined to define a person who reads blogs.)

Enjoy.