ARGH
Not feeling very brave. Moving out in two days, and kind of dreading being in Oxford. Still haven't managed to organise cancelling phones, internets, changing addresses etc. Not to mention packing, clearing out, cleaning. Am a massive shambles.
Am emotionally everywhere - at once confident and in control and also nervous and fluttering about like a schoolgirl. It's an unfamiliar feeling. Just when you think it's all sorted, you're happy on your own, you've got stuff going on, you're busy, you're fine... he appears. And a bit of me is trying to resist him. Softly, softly, I think.
There is an audition in London on Sunday for a new dance crew. I already know the choreographer (aforementioned). The credentials of the other two judges scare me. It's 4 hours, including a routine, freestyling and some interview. Two parts of that are ok. The third, freestyling, fills me with so much dread, I'm shaking in my own bedroom.
Why? Not sure. When pressured like that, my inhibitions mean I end up dancing like a self-conscious dad at a wedding. Whilst shaking, sick, cold, quiet. Not exactly a winning impression to give off.
FUCK.
Am emotionally everywhere - at once confident and in control and also nervous and fluttering about like a schoolgirl. It's an unfamiliar feeling. Just when you think it's all sorted, you're happy on your own, you've got stuff going on, you're busy, you're fine... he appears. And a bit of me is trying to resist him. Softly, softly, I think.
There is an audition in London on Sunday for a new dance crew. I already know the choreographer (aforementioned). The credentials of the other two judges scare me. It's 4 hours, including a routine, freestyling and some interview. Two parts of that are ok. The third, freestyling, fills me with so much dread, I'm shaking in my own bedroom.
Why? Not sure. When pressured like that, my inhibitions mean I end up dancing like a self-conscious dad at a wedding. Whilst shaking, sick, cold, quiet. Not exactly a winning impression to give off.
FUCK.