I have made it known how much I love dance, ever since I was a little kid. I remember just dancing around to songs and then finding every opportunity in school to make up dance routines. I never asked for dance lessons because growing up in my house, it never going to be an option. Parents put me into piano lessons (of course), but that lasted two years before it got too much for us. So my dance education consisted of trying to learn choreography from music videos and such; to this day, it actually still is. When high school rolled around and I found out about Dance Crew, I knew I wanted to try out, even if I didn’t know what to expect from it.
Me being completely unsure of my dance ability, I was in shock when I made it past the first cuts, and then eventually got through to joining the Crew. As you would expect from any Crew, though not necessarily normal for a typical school team, we did everything ourselves: scheduling practices, choreographing, finding a teacher supervisor. Everything was us and while most of the choreographing was done by our Captain, it was still very much a group effort. For me, I found a place to learn dance, from people who loved dance even more than I did, and a creative outlet that I never thought possible.
From year to year, unless you graduated, quit or there were serious issues which caused you to be kicked out, we all stuck together as a team. We became friends and we became a family – a somewhat dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. In my sophomore year, I was slightly more confident, but still very insecure about my dancing abilities, so I always felt like they let me stay because I was loyal. I caused no drama; in fact, I hated the drama that sometimes went on, but I was committed to the Crew. The one time I questioned my commitment was towards the end of junior year. I had already ran for Co-President of Student Council and lost; got over it after a day or so and chalked it up to a VERY BAD Friday the 13th. Now, our Captain was going to be graduating that year and we had to nominate/vote for Co-Captains next year; I had thought that being next in terms of seniority I would be somewhat in charge. Boy, was I wrong. I mean I knew I wasn’t the best dancer or choreographer in the Crew, but that’s why we were voting for Co-Captains and I would handle the logistical stuff. To be overlooked completely though? Yeah it hurt. Sure, it was just a title, doesn’t mean that I felt betrayed somehow, like my loyalty/commitment/care for the Crew meant nothing. I didn’t talk to any of them of a solid week and for high school, that was a long time. I remember needing to think things over and re-analyze my position in the Crew. It took some time but ultimately, I had to put those hurt feelings aside and realize that I couldn’t spend my senior year not dancing with them. They did kind of make it up to me when I graduated though.
There were a lot of good times and a lot of bad times, but when I said that we were like a family back then, I meant it. We had each others’ backs. The bunch of us may have gone our separate ways after high school, as often happens. However, the memories are still there, and even with everything that happened during my time, I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Dance Crew made my high school experience better than what it would’ve been without it.