Another dance competition this past weekend.
It’s getting harder and harder for me to figure out which kids are the ones I know and which ones I don’t. There’s something about them being on stage that distorts how they look. Maybe it’s the lights or the makeup or the distance or whatever, but they look like grown ass adults up there. Even 8-year-olds will look 15 or 20.
During one number, I was trying to spot Josephine because I knew she was in there somewhere, and I realized that she was the gazelle front and center.
Of course, as soon as they get off stage and you see them up close, you realize how tiny and young they are, little children with pounds of makeup caked on their faces.
One group did a contemporary (or is it lyrical? I have no fucking clue what the difference is) to a cover of “Here Comes The Sun.” It was…not a good dance.
“They gotta do this to The fucking BEATLES?” I said to Melinda. “Is nothing sacred?”
“I guess not,” she said.
“I can’t think of a worse way to honor George Harrison’s legacy than whatever this nonsense on the stage is. All flailing arms and swoons.”
Also, there were not one, but TWO dances to the theme song from Little Shop of Horrors. Is that really that popular of a song? I was hoping I could hear it a third time and maybe I’d change my mind about what garbage it was.
I Don't Belong Here. 