I came up with most of a dance (It's to a very old Aaron Carter song called "Bounce") for Natalie's class, and I was going to teach it to the class, the problem was I didn't have time to get a new CD and my old one (I've had it since I was oh, 10) was messing up. So I tried to pull it up on Daddy's computer at the dance place but I couldn't make it work. I went on about how I could show them the dance but the music wouldn't work this week. There was a mother watching.
Miss Shelly waited until we had about 7 minutes left to let me start, I messed up. Bad. I totally forgot part of it, I was panicking, and I started talking too fast. Then on top of all that when I put in the music that "the first part doesn't work" on to figure out what to do, it played perfectly! Then Miss Shelly said "We'll do this next week", and they ran through another dacne before we left. She said she wanted my help, UGH! I wish I could just not do it, but now that I started I have to finish! Why did I think this was a good idea?
I need to go to bed now, bye. |
