De`Generation, please standby for que
After 2 gruesome weeks of forced intensive dance classes, proudly funded by the uncle because I wouldn’t spend a single cent if it involves me moving my body, I can finally scratch it off my to-do list and add it to my accomplishment list. It was extremely hard at first due to our lack of dancing experience. We dance according to Agnes Monica - Tak Ada Logika’s beat. The professional choreographer from the local TV network almost gave up on us, but after endless practices and late nights, we conquered and mastered the dance, and damn was he proud. According to the choreographer, it was the simplest move he can come up with, without looking like an aerobics performance.
We performed at the International Convention Centre (quite a prestigious place for first-timers like us). The hall was massive and so was the stage. It was so big that you can feel cold wind currents in the hall. Yes, cool breeze in a hall. The hall was divided in two floors; the upper deck and the ground floor (where most of the audience will be sitting). There were 11 stage performances including us and we were the last performance for the day. Let’s just say, the hightlight of the gathering. Haha. We were scheduled to be up at 1.37AM (on the dot!) but we arrived at 7.30AM. So, we sat at our round tables, eating, chatting, watching dance performances, and watched video presentations by selected few individuals. There was also a Lucky Draw with attractive and expensive prizes every 3-4 hours of stage performance. I won a B$200+ beaded necklace.
At around 10.30am, we switched into our stage outfit and waited backstage. We just sat backstage and rehearsed our entire routine from time to time. We were all nerves. We didn’t do anything really. Just lounged around. Around 1.30pm, a girl who was incharged called us, “De`Generation, please stand by for que.” We walked up to the side the stage, all nerves, peeking once in a while through the red curtains, waiting for the performance before us to end. It felt like forever.
Our name was called and we walked to the center of the stage. The bright lights was shining on us, the hall went silent, we took our positions, all 3200 eyes witnessing our first performance and waited for our song to be blasted through the speeakers. We danced and rocked the house down! We received a thunderous applause from the crowd and a few pheewits. We received raving reviews backstage but I’m sure the mini-skirts our female dancers were wearing, played a large role in the review, considering most of the performances that day, consisted of tracksuits, long pants and long skirts, oversized t-shirts, and even tudongs! Yeah, we felt really cool.
I have pictures but the memory card is somewhere in the house. I couldn’t be bother to find it. Would I do it again? Yes, only if it invovles prize money or plasma TVs. All in all, it was definitely an experience to be cherished for the rest of my life.
Affy-