Auditions week came. Flyers were posted everywhere.
And there it was -- a small table near the side of the main lobby. The dancers were manning it. They were already handing out registration forms.
I became more anxious and excited, yet at the same time afraid and shy. It's still not too late to back out, I said to myself.
My friend was nowhere to be found. We have promised each other to sign-up together. And he was the one who initiated the 'dare', anyway.
OK, this is now or never. Now who to approach?
This small guy was, albeit a good breakdancer as what I have seen, looks intimidating. The other one's like him, too -- a good breakdancer and looks intimidating as well. They would pass as twins, LOL.
The next guy was just laughing, lax, exudes too much confidence. I didn't actually recognize him as a member, though [The 'twins' were more popular]. OK this one intimidates me as well.
Then there was this cute, bubbly female. I recognized her as a friend's girl, so she was the most probable pick to approach on that table.
I then approached, and with all the courage I could muster, I uttered shyly: "Excuse me, unsaon pag audition? [How do I audition?]".
Luckily she remembers me, hands me a form, smiles, and says: "Hello! Fill-upa ni siya dayon ibalik namo [Fill-up this form and hand it back to us]. We'll contact you for more details."
Luckily she remembers me, hands me a form, smiles, and says: "Hello! Fill-upa ni siya dayon ibalik namo [Fill-up this form and hand it back to us]. We'll contact you for more details."
"Can I ask for two forms, please?". That sneaky friend of mine is not going to get away with this.
Walking away with the two forms in hand, I sought to find my would-be audition partner.
"There you are!", I exclaimed, then handed him one of the forms. His face was blank as paper.
"Why am I going to sign up?", he asked.
"Because we both dared to audition this semester, remember?"
"No! I don't remember agreeing with you on this!". Good grief. He's having selective amnesia.
"Then you lost the dare. I win and you are to have your consequence."
"No I did not agree on any consequence. I don't remember anything. I am not going to put up in any of this".
"What the.. Are you kidding me?". I argued with him big time. I wanted him to remember our deal. I wanted to jog his memory. If I had a knife, I would have stuck it into his brain so he might remember.
He never gave in. Where's that knife when you needed one?
I was mad and furious at him (well who wouldn't, the nerve!). But I didn't show him my disappointment. I came to a conclusion that there's no point in arguing with him. That chicken.
He never gave in. Where's that knife when you needed one?
I was mad and furious at him (well who wouldn't, the nerve!). But I didn't show him my disappointment. I came to a conclusion that there's no point in arguing with him. That chicken.
"OK, that's it, I will audition even without you."
Me and my big pride of a mouth got out. There's was no backing out now. I am on my own.
First thing to do -- fill out the audition form:
Name, age, course, department, yada yada..
DANCE FORTE: I placed hip-hop. That's the nearest thing I could move my legs with. I could have ticked others box and wrote freestyle, but I think that would be questionable.
SKILLS: Zero. As far as I love to tick every single one of them, honestly I don't really know how. They might ask for a demo.
VICES: I am a good boy at this one. Drinking. Nothing else.
DANCE EXPERIENCE: The only thing I wrote was this: participated during dance performances in class gettogethers and christmas parties. Lame. lame, lame, I know. But I had to write something. And I think lying would be a bad idea.
After the terrible experience of completing the form, I decided to go on with it and hand it back. They took the form, and told me I would just be contacted for audition practice. That's if they would be impressed with my lame dance experience.
Okay I'm officially doomed.
TO BE CONTINUED..
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