Tuesday, October 17, 2006

A little change in the salsa vibe

I can see it in his eyes. The change. I was late for my private appointment, having enjoyed a rare home cooked meal with the boys and misreading my calendar. I sped up to the studio for a short lesson rather than a fully charged missed one. The teacher, my favorite of the bunch by far, surprises me by offering a make-up in a couple of weeks. As he marks his calendar, he says, "and what does your email address stand for? What is that?" He's refering to the grainyms@.

I know what's coming next. "Oh, I'm in the film business and you're really going to be impressed," I deadpan. I see the blank look. The what the fuck?! I start with the details. His eyes widen. His jaw drops. I laugh. It never fails. He's excited and delighted. I'm mixed. Because now I have his attention but I'm no longer the anonymous middle-aged housewife he thought I was. I keep talking. I spin out name after name after name in the film pantheon. His smile widens. For all my own whining, the path is impressive to those in different fields. I've repeated it a million times. Yet I'm always surprised too in the telling. The accumulation beyond my girlhood dreams. It's been one day at a time, but in retrospect, it's fucking awesome.

He walks me to the door and gives a half awkward hug because that's how I am with strangers. What'll this mean for my dancing? I tell him I wish I was better at it. He smiles, "well at least it's good exercise, it gets your heart going." And we part til tomorrow. Will he call on me more to demonstrate? Use me for his hilarious wisecracks? We'll see. But my anonymity is gone.

1 comment:

Wiley said...

I've had that moment a few times...