I’m a big, slightly overweight, middle-aged guy. Not the picture of grace and athletic poise, in other words. So I’ve been getting a lot of mileage out of telling people I was asked to take part in a Christmas ballet.
It’s absolutely true. A local dance school was putting on a production, and this guy who was helping out had to drop out at pretty nearly the last minute, and I got recruited by a desperate friend of a friend.
I was pretty excited about it, never having been in a ballet before. I didn’t have a lot of time to learn the role, but I’m a quick study.
And the looks on people’s faces when I tell them this story is wonderful, and the looks of relief when I tell them that the part was a non-dancing narrator role are a little insulting. But still funny.
Dance? Me? No, not going to happen. But I can run my mouth like nobody’s business. Narrating, not a problem.
Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.