belly dancing aint my game

i went to a belly dancing class tonight. you see, i'm in theatre and i often find myself doing the strangest things. there's a bit in a play i'm working on where my character comes out and does a couple of moves and then "jumps" into a river. fine. so i go to this class. first of all, the teacher, obviously a woman whose been doing this for a long time, has the perfect belly dancing...um...well, belly. it sticks out in all the right places and is like, one big muscle. she's going slow at first, which i can kind of grasp, but then she inevitably speeds up and i'm totally lost. my belly is not dancing. it doesn't want to move like she's moving and my stomach is starting to hurt. at one point she comes up to me and tells me i don't understand what the oriental line is. i'm like, pleaze sister, i'll show you an oriental line. but i try. i move my hips, i shimmy, and i struggle to keep up with the damn belly dancing tornado that's all around me.

near the end of the class, she puts on this music and we walk. it's our entrance, so we're workin' it. now this part, i like. it's like the last scene in saturday night fever where john travolta struts. walking i can do.