Dancing is something I ever wanted to do. I want to be watched by people as I perform and I want to hear loud cheers and applause from my audience afterwards. But that will remain as a dream. I know myself that I can’t. I can move my body in accordance with the beat but I can’t dance the way everyone would like to watch. I can’t do hip hops, I can’t pop and lock, I don’t even know how to dougie!
There was a time when an inter-college cheering competition happened in our university. Though I never had experienced cheer dancing in high school, I unexpectedly decided to join, hoping that I would learn within the days of practice. Our choreographer was introduced by one of my cheer-mates. He maybe was on his twenty’s that time. He looked nice and capable of teaching dance moves, he danced so graceful and full of life. He was so patient with us, given the situation that our college’s participants had not met yet the required number of dancers. There were many excuses uttered by our group and I know he was very much disappointed at us with those. But he didn’t gave up on us. He continued teaching us, gave us challenging trainings and ate dinner with us after every practice.
We did not won the competition but we all enjoyed dancing.
Our beloved choreographer was Coach Paolo Niguid. He inspired me with his dance performances. Every time I see him dance, a smile on my face appears. I want to dance more with him. I know that I’m not a great dancer, don’t think I’m even good. But dancing with him, you won’t even feel that you can’t move the way he does. He’s so supportive, he pushes everyone to chase their dreams. I always wanted to dance under his supervision.
He will always be the best dancer and choreographer I'll ever have.
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