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HMS | Danceforfun 2012 - reminiscing #nineteenthApril

Through all the ups and downs, every start has an ending.
It’s been crazy. I have been rather insomniac for the past few weeks - recollecting the bits and pieces of the journey we had. To be honest, I suck at handling emotions, especially when it comes to dealing with the things that matter to me most. It maliciously tanks within, just like a ticking time-bomb and when it reaches the brim; it explodes. 

Boom.

In retrospect, that brings about the drama the team had to go through in less than 48 hours before the competition. 

Think about it, how would you feel if the actual choreography was forced to cut short by 20 seconds? The length may seem short to you, but in the context of dance, it means a whole lot. If you’re a dancer, you know that every second on stage means everything. 

Put yourself in a dancer’s shoe for instance – you have practised day and night to the song and the rhythm, you put your hearts out, your sweat and tears, and just when you thought you are all geared up, ready to take the world on – the competition states,

“We’re sorry, if you don’t shorten the music, we’ll stop at 3mins sharp.”

I was devastated of course. I mean come on, they can’t be serious right?  Yeah I know they have got to be fair with other teams competing.  It took me a while to seep that in, and I guess I am still learning that.

Dear you,

If you’re reading this, you might be wondering, what actually happened? I can’t reveal anything more beyond this point. All I can say, that evening when it all happened, I felt helpless. Gah, I needed something to vent that negativity out!

I cried. My seniors cried. Believe it or not, I allowed my freshmen to cry. I thought I had not fulfilled my duty to keep the family tight together. Deep within, I wasn’t angry with anyone. I just felt literally saddened that we couldn’t portray the exact artistry that the choreography initially intended for.

In the turn of events, salvation came in the form of a lovely lady whom unleashed her audio mixing skills and re-made the music possible. Not only she did what she did, it was her soothing words that brought the seniors then the team to see a different perspective. The next morning, a modified routine was made.

Despite all the ups and downs, everything went so well eventually. In actual fact, it wasn’t about prize that was pumped us to pull off the routine successfully, it was the bond and the love to enjoy and share the stage everyone that made us what we were. This is the perfect example of the saying,

“When life throw lemons at you, make lemonades.”

Similarly, I have to say, I have so much respects for every other dance teams whom represented their faculty – everyone put up fantastic performance, and I thought all the teams did amazing and brought the whole arena to life!

Today, I shall close this memorable chapter with the video I promised. Thank you for reading; I hope this story has inspired you as much as it has onto me.

Enjoy!

~ Firdaus Mohd Abdullah

Proud of these humans!