NTU Dance Society presents… EXPOSED: Walk the Red Carpet…
…was the title of our semester performance. It included a bit of tumbling, a bit of bumpin’ n grindin’ and some very creative choreography all set to songs from movies. The normally disgusting and vacant union canteen was redesigned to mimic a night at the Oscar’s and it looked fabulous.
I, a member of the intermediate jazz class, was only in one dance. Our routine was Try Again by Aaliyah and we were meant to be wearing black cut off baggy ‘trousers’, halter tops and hats… we looked smooth…
We had practices all day Saturday, Sunday and Monday leading up to the show. By Saturday afternoon, we had costumes sorted… sort of. Our group discovered there was not enough trousers available for all of us.
The girl in charge of costumes said ‘bring black pants in case we dont have them.’ I thought sweet! Black jazz pants are a safe bet and no one will see my thighs – I love it!
We also had an issue with hats. Tony & Guy (the hot shit of hairstyling in England) was coming to do out hair and we needed to come up with a way to keep the hats on our heads. The girls kept saying ‘we’ll grip them!’ I had no idea was this meant, but I assumed Tony & Guy would, so I sat back and let the decisions be made for me.
Sunday came and we were still in question over the trousers. I sat and listened in… slowly… the discussion of ‘pants’ and ‘hot pants’ began to sink in. They kept mentioning the other costumes that included pants… I kept remembering those dances wearing ‘underwear’ sized lollipop bottoms over tights. BOOM! Like a load of bricks it all came together – I remembered my housemates calling their underwear ‘pants’ before but I always thought it was stupid and dismissed it as a potential addition to my vocabulary… well, I shouldn’t have. The fear began to seep up as I realised they wanted us, my group, which included ME, to wear tights and ‘PANTS’ ON STAGE!!! IN FRONT OF 600 PEOPLE!!!! I was not ok with this.
Then came the hats. I watched as the girls in my group began punching holes in the sides of them. Tiny holes with the tip of a scissor. For a trial, one girl put it on and whipped out… [drumroll] …. BOBBY PINS!! She said “Will someone please help me put the grips in?” And I thought duh!!! You should have known grips were not some magical contraption created by Tony & Guy. I explained this silly confusion to the girls, who all enjoyed our language barrier, and happily joined in gripping hats on. We were set…
In the end, we found an extra pair of trousers so we were able to wear them, and the captain thought the hats looked shit so we ditched them, but our routine did kick ass. Having only one dance to do, all our practice paid off!
I bet you are wondering where the quiff comes in… well, everyone made such a big deal about how thick my hair was that the Tony & Guy guy ended up stacking it all ON TOP of my head. He said it was as low as he could make it but I found that impossible… what do you think?