Last chance to dance…

14 Mar
Last chance to dance…

Well, when I was approached about writing an article for the new Salsa Fiesta T&T magazine, I got excited about getting involved in a project so closely related to the thing that I love most in this world: dancing. Ideas started popping up left, right and centre. Furthermore, I’ve always loved to read and write as well, so I thought to myself, “Oh yes! This will be great!” However, the more I thought about it, the less and less confident I became. What could I write that would have any sort of impact? What could I write that would be any different from the many articles written about dance out there? What could I write that could possibly even hope to express how I feel about dance?

From years of writing essays in school, I know the hardest part is starting so I decided to just jump into the deep end and write what came to mind. So forgive me, readers, if this article isn’t as polished or sophisticated as expected. Forgive me if it seems casual. I simply want to say things that I believe in deeply, even more so now. I mean, everything has been said already. We all know how wonderful dance is. We all know that it is the one thing in this world that can lift a sad soul out of the trenches; that it is sunshine on a rainy day; that it can make you feel worthy and willing to live when everything in this life seems intent on tearing you down. We all know it!

Don’t we?

Truth be told, I think we forget it at times. Indeed, there are things that happen within our dance community (any dance community, I am sure) that blind us to the beauty, magic and power of dance. Ah mean, we all know ‘d bacchanal’ that goes on, ‘ent?’ For me, as a type of ‘outsider’ in this dance community (and by this I mean that I didn’t learn to dance conventionally with a school and as a result for many years I didn’t know anyone personally nor was I aware of any of the drama that occurs) it has only been in the last two years that I met persons integral to our dance community and thus became more involved. As such, this brings me to what I want to say with this article. Some of you reading this may know that I was involved in a serious accident a few months ago. Admittedly, it was a close call for me and one of my very best friends died. I have never experienced anything even remotely as devastating and certainly never expected to. It created a black hole in my life into which happiness, enjoyment and even normalcy disappeared.

But I can tell you this: lying on that hospital bed, there were two things (aside from family, of course) which became my lifelines. First, I was truly amazed at the fact that every hour on the clock brought me a new friendly face from my dance community. In my darkest hour, my heart was warmed beyond belief to see these people who all love to dance and who may have their own issues within the community, come together. Bringing coconut water, sweets to get me fatter, funny stories, conversation and kind words…I replayed these memories hundreds of times over hundreds of sleepless hours.

And secondly, the mere thought that God had spared me and I could still dance…that I could still move to the music that I feel deep in my soul… It brings me back. Everytime.

And so my point is this: don’t you dare let the ‘bacchanal’ that will inevitably happen in our dance community stop you from dancing! Did someone do you wrong? Spread a rumor? Were you the victim of maliciousness, jealousy, a relationship that turned sour? These things happen, regrettably. The more important question is: have you let it rid you of your joy? Have you let someone or some situation ruin dance for you?

My intent is not to offend or pinpoint anyone. Indeed, as a semi-newcomer and person who generally likes to stay FAR from drama, I am still rather ignorant of much of the tension underneath the surface. But I do urge you, readers, if any of this hits home with you, whether as a victim or even as the perpetrator, remember why you started dancing. Remember how much you love it. We are all connected by our love for dance. Let it make us a family. And when someone does you wrong, don’t let it stop you from coming out to the parties or from supporting dance ventures. Most importantly, don’t let it stop you from getting a taste of pure joy.

For I can tell you, you never know when it may be your last chance to dance.

Thank you so much for reading my rambles. See you on the dance-floor!

Eva-Maria Flus

Leave a Reply