If my life were a dance movie:


I would be a struggling ballerina, whose uptight, upperclass parents want more out of life for their daughter than to be just...a dancer. I would practice for my senior recital till the tips of my pointed toes were raw and bloody, and just when I think I've almost got it...my dance partner gets hurt. "I sprained my ankle," he would say to me. "Nooooooooo!" I would yell in angst. I would run home because my life would be over and now I'll never get a job with a lucrative dance company.

Out of nowhere, a rough and tumble gangster, with suprisingly awesome dance skills would enter the picture. We would meet and I would say, "I carried a watermelon." He would agree to help me rehearse, but only until my partner got better. Through the montage that ensues, you would see the two of us slowly becoming more than dance partners. As we fall in love, he would teach me some hip hop dance moves and we would incorporate them into my routine making it a very risky move.

My parents, of course, do not approve of him. My dad tells me to end it and I yell, "But Daddy I love him!" All of a sudden my previous dance partner shows up and says he's all better and can dance with me again. I'm so torn, I don't know what to do. My hoodrat boyfriend gets mad and says, "You used me, baby." Nooooooo! My partner and I rehearse and rehearse, but to no avail...he just can't get the new steps right. Hoodrat and I can't stop thinking about each other. Even though we come from different worlds, we just know it's right.

My dance recital comes around and I'm left without a partner. Hoodrat comes to the rescue and says, "Nobody puts baby in the corner." "It's too late," I say. "No it's not, we can do this," he pleads. The camera would pan back and forth between us, staring intently into each others' eyes. We'd go out there and dance and then finally do the move we'd been practicing the entire movie. The judges and audience would stare in awe, and the music would end and we'd kiss.

After the dance recital I'd drop Hoodrat like a hot potato, because it really never would have worked out anyway.