Welcome to the Cabaret?

How did this happen?  How can this be?  What has gotten into me as of late?  I swear, someone is stealing my soul or something.  I should seriously go try and get it back.

What is this I’m talking about?  What does a cabaret have to do with stealing my soul?  Well, if you know me, it means everything.  I’m not a cabaret dancer, I swear!  As of late, it seems more and more like I’m becoming one.  The moves seem to be filtering into my style of dance.  The little bit of sass is attractive.  I’m starting to see the attraction to all things sparkley.  It’s kind of scary.  I am becoming a cabaret dancer by the minute!  Before you know it, I’m going to be a tribaret dancer and not tribal at all!  I’m well on my way there already.

I noticed in class tonight the kinds of moves I was teaching.  I guess I’m kind of starting to cator the class to the students.  I suppose that’s a good thing.  It’s better to teach in a way the students will be interested than to just teach for the sake of teaching.  I tossed out a couple new moves and noticed there was something off about them.  They were very cabaret!  What’s coming over me?  I must be coming down with something…

There’s nothing wrong with cabaret.  There really isn’t.  I have no problems with people who perform cabaret.  It’s a beautiful art, just like tribal.  However, it’s not me.  I’ve never put much interest in cabaret and haven’t really thought much about learning the style.  Now it’s infecting the way I dance.  It’s scary.

Maybe I should take this as a sign.  Maybe I should start taking cabaret lessons in whatever the next place we move is.  It’s certainly sassy and flirty enough that it would bring in good money.  I’ve noticed cabaret brings in more customers than tribal.  We’ll see what happens on that front.  For now, I’ll just be a little weirded out that I’ve somehow fallen into cabaret without even trying…  Scary…

~*~Rave~*~