Recital #3 happened. The intermediate tap class of the Peninsula Park Community Center danced to “Time to Blow” which is an instrumental piece from That Thing You Do soundtrack. I love the song and our dance fit perfectly with the music.
This dance recital suffered from my most hated thing: poor planning. If you could open up that program to read it, you would not find a list of the numbers being performed in the proper order, you would find a hand-written list of every class and participant in the Peninsula Park Community Center’s dance program.
Was the order of performance going to be the same as the class listings? Who knew? Things grew more complicated when they begin calling people by number, and not by song title or class name. “Number one, please go to the stage, number two, please meet to the left of the stage.” What number were we? If we were going in program order, that made us number 11. But were we going in program order?
This isn’t my first time at this particular ranch, and I don’t understand why this dance recital was set up in this fashion when the previous two have followed the normal order of things. I don’t understand why the program didn’t list the titles of the songs in order. I don’t understand why they were calling people by number only, not song or class title.
It turned out we were number five, which we discovered when the woman said, “Number five is ‘Time to Blow'” Is there no one in the audience who is dancing to this number?
We were not ready. We did not have our shoes on. We did not know we were going. Apparently, when people “checked in” (something that has not happened the previous two years) the woman wrote a number on people’s program. But no one “checked me in” when I, or anyone else in the class, grabbed a program, so how were we to know?
I dislike participating in activities that I could have organized better.
Once we got on stage, it was a fine performance to a good song.
I’m hoping for better organization next year.