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grunge girl aesthetic | so, i've been dancing since i could stand. i get it from my dad. my parents and i used to live with my grandparents when i was way younger and they would play music around the house all the time. my mum tells me that i used to grab onto the boom box, stand up, and just start jumping up and down. the older i got, the more i would actually dance to the music rather than just jumping.
when i was 3, we moved to connecticut and i was babysat a lot by 3 of my cousins. the middle brother used to play this one specific song that he and i used to dance to all the time. no joke, i still remember running to the living room and moving my hips to the song with him.
i've always been a dancer. am i good? nah. can i learn fairly quickly? sure.
it was always my dream to join the college dance team to my dream college. i dunno why but when i got into my dream college, there something inside me that changed and i just didn't want to go there anymore. i got into all the schools i wanted to go to, and yet i still chose to come to my 3rd option. why? no clue. the thing with this school is that they didn't have a solid dance team for the type of dance i do. they had one about 3 years before i started here. last year, someone had started up the team again but only as a club. a no drama, no obligation club. so, we didn't compete. but we did perform at culture shows both on and off campus, so that was pretty fun. this year, the club board decided to test the waters with comps.
the girl who runs our team with choreo has been competing for a few years now, even before she started college. thankfully, people know her name in this dance circuit so we got through to a few. our team performed for the first time on a comp stage in 4 years this past weekend. we didn't actually compete at this one because our choreographer told us that this comp is known to be rigged. we were one of three exhibition teams. she didn't want us getting involved with that mess.
but just being in the comp environment was honestly amazing. my parents know i dance, they encourage it. but my father is the typical, overprotective type. practice is always late at night. the usual 10-12pm, or som