I Don’t Understand

I wouldn’t consider myself a dancer, but I love dancing. I also enjoy watching dance shows. This semester I’m taking a class called Dance and Culture. Strange enough I thought it was a theory class ( I don’t know why) so you can imagine how elated I was to find out we did theory on Tuesdays and Dances from different cultures on Thursdays. We are required to view three dance performances outside of class so yesterday, September 20,2014 I dragged myself to the Fringe Festival to see my first of three dance shows. I went with a friend and lucky for us she had a friend who could drop us at the venue (yay connections) but we had to take a taxi home.

We arrived at The Geva Theatre Center at 8.30pm  and entered the actual theatre a 8.50. The show started promptly at 9pm, this was the first of a series of culture shock moments I experienced that night. You see in Jamaica when a show is set to begin at 9pm that’s the time people usually start getting dressed, we are NEVER on time.

My second culture shock started when the show began and continued to the very end. I sat slack jawed as the various items of the program went on. I clapped robotically as each performance ended, because that’s what your supposed to do, or because that’s what everyone else was doing I’m not sure. I’m still trying to understand  what exactly happened.

They were dancing, the lines and body movement were beautiful and I’m sure each dance had a story but I just didn’t understand it. What threw me off was for the most part, there was no music, one performance was accompanied by radio static. I tried my best to be open minded and enjoy the show but I hit my limit at the third to last performance. Excitement swelled in me as I saw two violinists step on stage. “Finally some music!” I thought. WRONG! The two violinist stepped on stage and played what I now call the singing mosquito. That’s exactly how it sounded, like two ginormous mosquitoes singing for the longest 10 minutes of my life. I don’t think I saw a second of the dancing I was too angry with the Mosquitoes, they let me down. I was ready to leave. I was even more surprised when they ended to thunderous applause.

I guess the dancers rallied back by dancing to Hallelujah, but I was so done with this show after attack of the mosquitoes, I just wanted to go back to school. When the show ended I listened to my friend gush about how good it was and mustered all my strength, twisted my mouth into a smile and lied. I told her it was a good show >.> .

We took a taxi back to school and it came up to $25 ( A little over $2500 Jamaican) . I don’t care which country I’m in that’s bloody expensive so next time I’m walking! #KultureShocked

This show left a bitter taste in my mouth so I’m a little afraid to attend the other 2 dance shows. I don’t understand

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