Northwest Nightlights

So You Think You Can Dance~Live

The night began with an ill-timed dinner at a restaurant which I will not name due to lack of service and extremely late food.  I will say that the water-boy was fantastic and my glass never even close to empty. On that note I did consume about six glasses of water during the 45 minute wait for our food.

The show was to start at 8pm. We left the restaurant at 7:45 in a bit of a hurry, but we tried not to panic. The Everett Events Center was only three blocks away, it shouldn’t be a problem. Little did we realize parking would take another 30 minutes.

Bare with me as I preface how OBSESSED I am with this show. More than any other reality TV show on the whole cable and local networking this is my one true love. I love So You Think You Can Dance with a passion beyond measure. I was a dancer (of the theatrical sort) in my former life, and watching this show makes me ache for those former days. I find myself wondering if a 31 year old mother of 3 and soon to be four would have a chance in auditions. What? A girl can dream!

So when we were slightly late for the beginning of the show my sister and I began to run as if our life depended on it. On six glasses of water. Down a hill. In heels. Laughing our freezing tushies off. Yes, incontinence was an issue, but we won’t talk about that.

As we neared the Events Center we could here the music starting. It seemed to trigger a very emotional reaction in both of us because we began to scream. We screamed at the security check point. We screamed at the ticket takers. We screamed as we ran through the almost empty halls, our voices echoing off the walls. And we screamed more loudly as we ran up the stairs and caught the first glimpse of the dancers. We couldn’t help it. We were frozen, we could move no further than the top of the stairs. I couldn’t look at my sister, not that I could see straight, tears were pouring from my eyes. I didn’t care. The arena was full of other screaming devout fans and my sobs blended in with the masses.

It was a beautiful, emotional moment that I will treasure.

When we finally made our way to our seats, I turned to my sister. “I’m bawling my eyes out,” I said. “Oh my gosh so am I!” she said. “I just didn’t want to tell you because I felt stupid.”  We laughed through our tears.

I cried through the first half of the show. They did not disappoint. Although I could have done without the cheesy scripted dialogue in between numbers, and the dances were not long enough! Especially the solos, it seemed they cut the dancers off just when they were getting warmed up. The music and the sound quality were amazing. I was happy when intermission came. Mommy had a much needed potty stop to make. I fought the crowds boldly to get through and back to my seat. I was afraid I’d miss another moment of bliss.

The second half  began and I felt emotionally exhausted. There were no more tears, but I yelled and clapped with much enthusiasm. When the number came on that I had replayed over and over in my mind since last season I was in a state of euphoria. Shane Sparks was the choreographer. Sabra and Dominic were the dancers. And of course, this song “Make It Work” Ne-Yo. Listen to it on itunes. You won’t regret it. It was as beautiful and real then as it was six months ago.

People, I’m telling you, I’m counting the days until next season. I pray I will never have to miss a live show and I plan on saving my allowance for next year, when I can buy tickets up front, where I can truly be part of the experience.

I went to bed that night with stars in my eyes. 

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