Laura and I are in the school’s Bellydance Troupe. Better put, Laura is the president of Bellydance and I am its motley jester. If that. It is fun, and it’s pretty cool to be a part of something that so many people want to try.
Anyway, we have been preparing a duet for our next show, which is conveniently tomorrow. For years we’ve been itching to bellydance to Daft Punk’s Harder Better Faster Stronger, and since our list of performers is a bit slim this semester, we’ve finally decided to bite the bullet and do it. The dance has a lot of call and response, some snake arms, a little body-rolling (we call them ‘camels’) and even a couple of high-class Will Smith style grooves thrown in there for panache. It’ll be a good dance.
Last night we practiced for an hour and a half. We choreographed like fiends. At one point, we were lazily going through the motions when a lilt in the music told me I should do the snakey wave-arm thing. So I did. A sudden idea hit me like a sledgehammer.
Me: LAURA WE SHOULD DO THE WA-
Me: -ve. Wow. You preempted that. I didn’t even get the whole word out.
Laura: I saw it coming. There was a glint in your eye.
Me: Aww. So we can’t do the –
Me: Not even if we –
Me: Feh. You never let me have any fun.
Laura: We are doing the ROBOT in this dance. The ROBOT is very fun.
Me: Yeah. I guess.
This conversation, I think, can precisely explain the nature of Laura’s and my friendship.