Carnival Fail

I am blogging overtime this weekend because I need to get caught up on my life AND I conveniently have tomorrow off of school for Columbus Day. Which completely boggles my mind. I have never in my life been off on this day, and I don't really see the need to make a holiday to celebrate "Christopher Mass-Murderer Columbus" anyways.. I digress

This week started off pretty rough due to my post-wedding depression, kind of like the first day of school after break. You just want time to move backwards, but onwards I went. Thursday, me and the girls decided to go audition for Carnival Cruise Line. They were holding a free audition, so we were all over it. Now after going on a Carnival Cruise this summer, I have seen their shows AND their dancers. My sister and I spent hours making fun of a dance number including a very white man rapping robed in tradition Indian costuming, covered in rhinestones. Sooo, I knew going into the audition that this would not be a job for me, but I am infamously bad at auditioning. Nerves get the best of me. Unfortunately, auditions are how you get a job (so you can see the urgency for me to get better at this process).

Thursday morning, I actually put make up on, braided my hair, threw on a bright teal leotard and off I went. The four of us walk into the the holding studio into a cloud of smoke.. no not smoke.. hairspray. I had never been to a real commercial, showy audition before, only subdued serious, hair in a bun auditions. I immediately regretted not on putting on my dance team big shiny earrings and had an overwhelming desire to tease my hair.

The choreography began. The lyrics to the chorus of the song were "Gimme that Soul! (Soul) With a Capital S! (With a Capital S)".. Yep, it was bad. Then the choreographer showed us a combo containing an ungodly amount of jazz hands and pelvic thrusts. Just by looking around I knew I was technically much more trained than the other girls, but they all had really good jazz hands and pelvic thrusts too. Sadly the only chance to stand out and show off my technique were a few double turns. Now for you non-dance people, most high school dance teams require you to have mastered double turns, so I was pretty disappointed I couldn't show off more.

Then the auditions came around. The adrenaline came on strong.  I'm nervous. I don't know why, I am one of the best trained dancers in the room. Why on earth would I get nervous? I didn't even plan on taking the job!? Then he calls my group out. I don't even remember what happened, but within 30 seconds our group was finished and he only asked one girl to stay. Just like that, I was cut from the Carnival Cruise audition. fail.

Sure it was disappointing, but I wasn't really invested to begin with. It was a great learning experience, moral of the story: Sure you can have great technique and training, but sometimes your have to depend on your jazz hands and cheesy grin to get you the job.