Step Up, Invigorating or depressing?

My brain is still throbbing to the beat of the show. The whole time, from the first opening song to the closer, I felt the beat in my limbs. It seems like such a long time since I danced just for fun. The movie brought back many memories; my first hip hop class, trying to learn how to body roll and pop to the beat; Jazz class with Kelly, feeling uncomfortable at first with the huge motions, then just letting myself go; ballet class, the embarrassment at wearing tight little biker shorts that showed the tucked in shirt in small bumps around my hips. And most of all, Dance sport nights on Tuesdays at 8 p.m. Those late night run throughs motivated me so much, made dancing competitive and exhilarating.
I think back to before I left to Tahiti with my parents for three years. My fast from dancing seemed all but endless for the first few weeks. Then little by little, as the small things filled the gaping hole left in my life that used to be dancing, I forgot about my my "addiction" for this endeavor. When I came home, I was perfectly content to take a few ballroom classes and leave it at that. Or so I thought....
The first day of Try Outs at BYU came as a shock. I didn't know I would be dancing until half an hour before I walked into the room, jeans and tennis shoes my costume as I readied myself for the reprise. I hoped my talent and enthusiasm would not let me down as I asked someone to tryout with me. “Just do basics, and if you’ve got the technique, they’ll see it,” she said. "Basics", I thought, which ones are those?" But as the music started up, a Rumba, my tension fled my muscles, and I danced…What an awesome feeling it was to move to the music!
So here I am, a year and then some later, preparing to extricate myself once more from this world I that I was, am, irresistibly drawn towards for two more years. The prospective of returning as a member of the BYU Touring team comforts little. I’ve seen what they do, planned movement, “Choreography” they call it, and it doesn't appeal all the much to me. I want to be free to take class wherever I want to, hip hop, jazz. Too bad they consider going to another studio to train as grounds for getting kicked off the team...
Oh well, I’ll have to wait for what the future brings, as for now, I will have to be content with what I have. As for tomorrow, who knows?