Image: The Great Gatsby.
Thanks to a combination of long limbs, stiff movements and a slight lack of rhythm, I look completely ridiculous when I dance.
Generally, I limit my dancing to situations where nobody can see me: at home, in the dark (like at No Lights No Lycra), or at house parties where I’m with friends who are too drunk to pay attention. It’s a shame because I actually enjoy busting a move but my self-consciousness tends to take the wheel.
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Last week, however, I threw gawkiness to the wind and signed up for a beginners Charleston dance class.
This was partly because I enjoy anything 1920s-related, and partly because it was a one-off session, so if I was truly awful at it at least I’d never have to see those people again. Plus, it was only $14, so no huge financial loss.
The class was organised by Andy and Jo of The Bluffer's Guide to Dancing, a Sydney-based duo who teach various old-school styles like Blues, Lindy Hop and Swing.
As explained on their Facebook page: "We’ve taken out all the fancy footwork and complicated confusing bits, and just left in the 'I’m looking totally awesome,' so you can bluff your way into looking like a genius on the dance floor." Excellent.
Now, I don't want to overstate things, but in Charleston I think I've finally found a dancing style where being tall and ungainly is not an immediate disadvantage. (Sorry, hip-hop, but it was never going to work out between us.) (Post continues after gallery.)