Dancing With The Stars
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I'll admit that I am not as big a fan of this show as I was a couple years ago. I basically Tivo the program and fast forward to the good dances. I could care less about the back stories.
Chester, Fumi, Roz, Nora and myself are performing tonigh at the AfricaDance Opening Ceremonies . Roz, Nora and I are dancing a routine to Fumi's "Aids Song" (http://www.myspace.com/fumistrums2 )
Last night, we went to the Westmor Dance Studio to get some last minute rehearsal time in. We couldn't locate John, so we decided to go to the 2nd floor where there were no classes going on. In fact, there wasn't anyone there when we were there (except for a few people leaving from the last class). We figured we would eventually see John or someone and clear what we were doing. Another couple came in and were practicing as well.
As we were rehearsing, I noticed that Nora had become somewhat distracted by some other folks who had entered the room. I was a bit upset because she had totally missed her cue. You should know that Nora is a bit of a social butterfly.
Anyway, she comes up to me and tells me that someone named "Shirley" who carries a lot of weight around there didn't like us playing our music (it wasn't loud) and was going to report us.
Now, I'm fairly new to Westmor. It's a fabulous place to learn International style ballroom, particulary if you are serious about it. I started taking classes there a few months ago, but stopped. I tell people it was because of my schedule. That's only a part of it. The real reason is that I couldn't take the snotty attitude of a lot of the people there any longer. But, that's a story for another day. The point is, I didn't want to get Nora in trouble. I had ran up and down the 3 floors looking for John before we began, so I said let's pack up and find him and explain what happened.
I understand business, and realize that if these people are regulars and bringing in big bucks, they are going to be higher on the totem pole. Just the way it works in America.
Anyway, we couldn't find him, so we decided to go up to the 3rd floor to hang out and watch the Ballroom class (hoping it would end in time for us to rehearse on that floor). Nora finally recognized the party and being a contestant, her professional dance partner, and his mother, from the show "Dancing With the Stars".
Man, you should have heard her sucking up: "Oh, your hair is so pretty!" "Oh, you look so young!" "Oh, I hope your son wins!" "Oh, is *that* your son there?" He had on a Harvard T-Shirt. To the son: "Oh, you are famous AND went to Harvard?". No, he didn't. Just wearing the T-Shirt. I could have puked. But, that's Nora -- she is a Social Butterfly. And, one of the nicest, kindest, sweetest people you ever want to meet.
Anyway, Roz and I went up to the 3rd floor while Nora remained on the 2nd floor. She was excited about seeing the DWTS folks.
When Nora joined us shortly, she was non too pleased. They kicked her out of the room. The room that we, by the way, were using and had left to let them rehearse.
I asked Nora to give me her account of exactly what happened since I had not really paid much attention:
"thanks for your moral support, ron.
As I said before, I don't watch "Dancing with the Stars" nearly as much as I used to. But, I do know how crushed I would be if it turned out that my favorites, John O'Hurley, Drew Lachey and Apolo Anton Ohno turned out to be jerks in person.
I have no idea what it must be like to be rich and famous and adored throughout the country. Gotta be hard with all the jerk-offs wanting to see you and touch you and talk to you and get your autograph, whether you have time for it or not.
But, there's no excuse, I believe for excercising a little politeness and common courtesy. If it's true for HomeChick on the 3rd Street Promenade , then it's true for these folks as well.
I mean, instead of throwing my weight around and bluffing folks, why not just come straight out? "Hey, we've really got to practice tonight and would appreciate being able to use this floor. Do this and I'll owe you one. " Or, you know, something like that. A much better approach than trying to bully and itimidate just because your folks are rich and famous (this week, at least) and mines aren't.
Just something to think about.