Last night we drove out to the college KC is attending. It is friends and family weekend there. Lots of families are spending the weekend with their college student. We only went last night because our guy would not have been able to spend any time with us. He was performing in a project called SEEP which was a dance program that was envisioned, choreographed, learned and performed in the same day. They started work at 10 a,m. and performed at 7:30
I waited eagerly for him to appear on the studio floor with the two other members of his trio. As always, he is so compelling to watch when he is dancing. His role was the ocean and his moves were so fluid. But I am a mom. Yes, I was also a dancer, but I always wonder if I am looking through the lens of love and it is biased.
After the performance he was introducing us to his friends who had come to watch him perform as well. A woman who was unknown to us came up and wanted to speak with KC. She asked what division he was. He explained he was Div 1 (how they indicate first year students.) She was visibly shocked. She said she was a Div 3 and was putting together an entire show and wanted him in it. She asked about the styles of dance he is familiar with and he told her what he has studied. She asked if he could dance house.
My son who was once so afraid to step on stage at recital confidently said, "I can learn." They exchanged contact information for a deeper discussion to be had later. It was everything that i hoped college would offer him. He's well known as a dancer in our city, but our city is not exactly a cultural hub. To be able to shine in a bigger pond and to be willing to take risks makes me so happy for him.
