Three years ago I was the one on that stage. But things were different. I was with the newly created dance troupe of Ateneo High. We brought no spectators. Only ourselves and our families.
Nervousness flooded our dressing room. Girls flooded the audience, and the backstage, too.
Only then that we realized that we were the only male group to compete.
We ran outside, to the theater’s parking lot. Cramming our moves and grooves. The competition scared the hell out of us. “Girls are naturally better dancers”, we thought.
Fatigue kicked in and bottles of red bull and Extra Joss were emptied in only a few swigs. There was a brief moment of silence behind the curtains. After a few minutes, it was our turn to dance.
We danced. We enjoyed. We were ecstatic on stage. There were blunders here and there, but we did not care. The only thing that mattered was we were having fun.
In the end, we lost.
The brotherhood of Indak went straight to Glorietta. To mourn, no. It was to celebrate.
But the crowd was cheering for us. :)
And we had fun. And that’s what matters, diba?
June 27th, 2007 at 5:28 pm
Indak ol da way baybeh!
December 2nd, 2007 at 1:51 pm
[...] Two years ago, in my fourth year with the org, Mr. Capinding, our dearest moderator always talked to me about incorporating the culture of dance in the high school. We felt that the Ateneo High School still did not appreciate dancing that much, labeling it as jologs, gay, a waste of time, or whatever. Back then, whenever IndAK represented the school in various contests, we had no supporters from the school with us save our dearest parents. We never had the high school community on our backs. [...]