I bought the three of us some tap shoes. We got the cheaper set, and all seemed fine with the world. The first time I was using my tap shoes, I noticed that my heel taps seemed loose. As I danced more, I realized that a nail in the heel was bent outward. I was worried about it ripping apart the dance floor. Next thing I knew, my older son came up to me and showed me: his heel tap had fallen off!
We returned these taps. I decided that I was going to go ahead and get the more expensive tap shoes. My older son, not wanting to miss a moment, said "me too!" Grrrr.
Well, I was able to use these new tap shoes last night. They work a LOT better than the other pair. Of course, nothing was loose or coming about. Also, when I stood on my toes (which we're supposed to do most of the time), I felt like there was some "support" in the shoes. I felt my tap dancing improve drastically.
And then I was practicing on the auditorium floor and I slipped and fell. Taps are slippery, ya know. I don't think I injured anything. I fell on one of my fingers, and it's sore but it still bends just fine. I think it will have a nasty bruise for a while. But, hey, you hear about tap dance tragedies all the time. "He knew he was taking his chances" and all that.
I have a LOT of practicing to do. I need some more voice lessons, too (I hope I can have two), before auditions. I need to narrow down my monologue. One of the directors suggested I might use a more upbeat monologue, not something so "heavy", but I think the monologues I have in mind are very positive. With my luck, a third monologue will catch my attention this next week!
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