Lucky it’s not the Hunger Games

Post six of a thirteen-part series exploring Ruth’s makeover from dorky writer to disco diva

Do you have that impulse where you volunteer before you actually think? Mr Struth used to tell me to sit on my hands at kinder and school meetings for that very reason, to make me stop and consider for a second before I waved madly in the air, yelling “I’ll do it!’. I really should listen to him!

This week we finished the first routine, then discovered we have to go back to the start and learn the intro, which is taken from a different song. It’s very dramatic and sultry. The seven of us are standing in a V-shape and the middle person has to mime the words before we break into the choreography we have already learned. So, our teacher explained all this, then asked for volunteers….and we all looked anywhere but at her. No eye contact. No, nope, nada. Not doing it.

Then the voice in my head kicked in,

‘C’mon, you can do it. You said you wanted to do something out of your comfort zone. No-one wants to, but someone has to. She needs a volunteer.’

And that was it. I swear I have some sort of Pavlov’s dog-type conditioning when it comes to that word. My brain hears ‘volunteer’ and my hand flies up while I try desperately to stop my mouth saying ‘me, me, me’.

I have no idea what everyone else was thinking. I should probably ask them, I’m curious to know. All I know is that uncoordinated, never-performed-on-a-stage me will now be in the spotlight, opening our FIRST dance while my guts are churning and knees are knocking. All I’m praying is that I don’t do a ‘Pitch Perfect’ type vomit on my cowboy boots!

Wish me luck!


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