Won t you teach me how to dance
It's JLS |
I like your moves |
Girl I gotta keep up |
Cause you're the truth |
From the bottom and up |
You keep it cool |
But your performance is hot hot |
Performance is hot hot hot hot hot |
If you want me to, I'll make a move |
Should I play by the rules, or copy you |
Part of me I ain't true, or if I'm rude |
But I just wanna learn how you move |
Teach me how to dance |
I'll follow your command |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
So I can get a chance, to be part of your plans |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oooh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah dance |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Girl do your thing |
And I will follow your beat |
You're going in |
I got some tricks up my sleeve |
Let's take a spin |
Out on the floor you and me me |
The floor you and me me me me me |
If you want me to, I'll make a move |
Should I play by the rules, or copy you |
Part of me I ain't true, or if I'm rude |
But I just wanna learn how you move |
Teach me how to dance |
I'll follow your command |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
So I can get a chance, to be part of your plans |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oooh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah dance |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Can you teach me, teach me, teach me, teach |
Can you teach me, teach me, teach me, teach |
Can you teach me, teach me |
Can you teach me how to dance girl |
Can you teach me, teach me, teach me |
Teach me how to dance |
I'll follow your command |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
So I can get a chance, to be part of your plans |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oooh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah dance |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Teach me how to dance |
I'll follow your command |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
So I can get a chance, to be part of your plans |
Teach me how to dance, da-da-da-dance |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah oooh |
Da-da-da-dance |
Yeah yeah yeah dance |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Dance |
Teaching Guidelines
Timing of a class or workshop
These pointers apply both to creating a lesson plan (vertical thinking) and in-class spontaneity (lateral thinking):
Be a clock watcher. Start and end classes on time. Your students may have another class to go to after yours and will rightfully resent your making them late.
Going overtime shows your students that you're disorganized, and can't form a workable lesson plan (see gaining respect of your students below). You may believe that teaching overtime demonstrates your enthusiasm for the material, but in your students' eyes, it only looks like poor planning.
In planning a class or course, make sure that you don't try to cover too much material, or too little. Actually, don't worry about planning too little. Most beginning teachers make the mistake of trying to cover too much material in a class.
Presentation of yourself
Be more interested in your student's success than your own image. Don't grandstand. The class is about them, not about yourself.
This is different from advising, "Don't apologize." As mentioned, if you mess the class up, yes, admit it, rather than vainly trying to cover for it, or blaming something else. You can be both confident and authentic, without any conflict between the two.
Balance authority with a relaxed atmosphere, to help set them at ease.
Why set them at ease? Because as mentioned above, they'll be happier and they'll learn much faster if they're in their comfort zone, or a reachable step beyond it.
Voice projection
Speak audibly — clearly and loudly without shouting. Never be shrill.
Use animated tones, without droning. Use contrast. Allow humor, or at least be good-natured.
But I still prefer to be fairly relaxed, not animated to the point of being hyperactive. I recommend a tone of relaxed authority. Remember, you want to let your students stay in their comfort zone. Anxiety interferes with the learning process. But you can't avoid the fact that the process of learning a new dance does push your students, often resulting in some anxiety and frustration, so your calm and reassuring warm tone of voice is important.
Articulate your words – don't mumble. Enunciate, but without straining your face, mouth or neck at all.
If they can't understand you (mumbling), or can't hear you (talking too quietly), they will assume that what you're saying must not be important, and they won't pay attention.
Your choice of words: quantity
Don't talk too much. Be efficient with your words. Choose only a few of the most effective words — those which are vivid and evocative yet precise.
1) They would rather spend more time practicing their dancing, and less time listening to you talk.
2) They need to process the information in their minds, which can't happen unless there are quiet moments to think through what you said.
3) Minds saturate after a barrage of too many words, and their minds start blocking you out.
4) Whether you like it or not, your students are accustomed to getting information very quickly, through broadcast media and the Web, so they get very impatient with long-winded explanations. You can't change them, so work with this to become a more effective teacher.
Yes, you have to convey your information with words, but use the fewest words possible — those which efficiently convey both the details and the spirit of the dance.
If you ever feel like you've been talking a little too long, the truth is that it's already been far too long. Why? Have you ever driven to someone's house for the first time, following directions of turns and landmarks, and you thought it took a fairly long time to get there? Then the next time you drive there, once you know the way, it seems much shorter. It's really the same time, but it feels half as long, once you know the way. Why? Once you know where you're headed, you have the destination visualized. Your mind is already there, so it seems shorter.
It's the exact same dynamic with talking. You already know the way (i.e., you know what you intend to say) but your class doesn't. This is their first time down that road, and it can seem like it's taking forever (your talking, that is), just as you're thinking the opposite – "this isn't taking too long to say. " Who is right? They are.
Your choice of words: quality
Don't forget the other physical aspects of a dance beyond footwork: partnering, quality of movement, energy levels, posture, what to do with free hands, facial expressions, flow of movement, etc.
Tell why a step is done this way. Logic always makes a better and more lasting impression than arbitrary rules, or saying, "because that's the way my teacher taught it."
Team Teaching
Sometimes a class is taught by a Lead/Follow couple, who both speak, sometimes equally. The reasons are usually to offer an additional viewpoint, and to not marginalize one of the partner's roles.
This arrangement can be effective when done well, and problematic when it's done badly.
If you're team-teaching with a partner or collaborator, never rephrase what they just said, even if you think you can say it better. Your slight "improvement" in phrasing doubles the talking time... not a very effective ratio. Just as you're starting to think, "I would say that differently..." immediately replace that thought with, "...but that's good enough for now."
Pace of the class
On the other hand, keep the pace of your class moving. Don't let it get bogged down. Don't rush them, but don't bore them either. Talking too much is boring. They want to move, not stand around listening to you talk.
Too fast? Too slow?
This isn't a rule, but my personal priority is to care for the greater group. One of my pet peeves is a teacher in a large class spending five minutes working with one individual or couple who has a problem, while 98% of the class stands around bored.
But sometimes you can see that an individual's difficulty or confusion might be true for others too, so you can address that point to the entire class. I tell my students this is a "Repair Clinic" only intended for those who are having this specific difficulty. So I tell the class, "If you're not having this problem, don't fix it." This is serious, not a whimsical comment. Often you'll make a comment to help someone who is under-rotating, for example, then you'll see someone else, who already had it perfectly, now over-rotating after your comment.
Then unfortunately, you'll occasionally get a student who demands that you stop the class to solve their unique problem, which no one else has. (Some psychiatrists call this behavior a "demanding sense of entitlement"). In those cases, you have to be firm for the good of the class, so that the progress of the other students doesn't get stalled or bogged down.
Sometimes you'll get a couple who refuses to change partners when you ask them to. That's fine, but what often happens is they'll be the only couple who doesn't get a figure, when everyone else has succeeded with the help of their rotating partners. Yes, you guessed it — the non-rotating couple will often demand that you slow the class down just for them.
No, on the average I go for 90% to 95% of the class. The remaining few will usually be helped by their partners who already got it. And the few who are exceptionally slow learners already know they're slow, and would rather that you not make a fuss for them.
Teaching experienced dancers
I'm sometimes surprised to see a professional dance teacher who apparently hasn't thought through the difference between teaching beginning versus experienced dancers. Where do I see this most clearly? In specifying personal style. Beginning and advanced dancers have very different needs and wishes in this area.
When teaching beginners, who are a clean slate, of course you'll teach them the version you think is best, with all of the stylistic details for your preferred form.
But when your students have been dancing for years or decades, they've already developed their personal style, or maybe they've mastered a different teacher's style. This is now who they are. Fred Astaire, among many, wrote this is a good thing. (click for a short quote)
First, they're probably happy with the dancer they've become, and they're taking your class to learn more useful variations and partnering tips from you, not dismantle the dancer they've become. Secondly, they probably couldn't change their personal style if they tried.
The aware teacher will work from this platform (their personal style), giving their experienced students useful new material for them to integrate into their dancing. The unaware teacher will dismiss their students' accumulated style as "incorrect" and attempt to tear it down, hoping to rebuild their student back up in the teacher's preferred style. That's not going to happen! A one-hour class will not undo twenty years of their dancing in a different style. If you attempt to do that, they'll think, "I can't learn from this teacher!" and not come back. And they'll justifiably resent the disrespect of a teacher dismissing their personal style.
Now if they've signed up for a lifetime of private lessons to learn your style, that's different. But this section addresses dance classes or workshops.
You may find it difficult to be patient with experienced dancers who appear to be "doing it wrong," which often means they're merely dancing in styles different from your preferred style. So how should you respond? (A) Dismiss their dancing style, making them wary, defensive or resentful? Or (B), see the class from their point of view. Why are they taking your class? Probably to learn new figures and become better dancers, based on the dancers they are.
I recommend approach B. Allow them to keep their experience and personal style as their platform upon which to build improvements. If you wish to introduce your stylistic preferences, present them as "try this out" options, instead of "you're doing it all wrong" rules. Inspire, don't reprimand. They'll be much happier, meaning they'll learn better (comfort zone). And they'll come back to your second class.
Aging teachers and/or students
The good news is that your dancing skills will enable you to walk and move in a younger manner. You know that dancing is acting, so you can mostly act like the movements of a younger dancer, to a certain extent. Here's how...
Try different strides. The next time you're walking down a sidewalk (maybe when no one is watching) try the John Travolta strut from Saturday Night Fever. Try a hip-hop stride, not to be a poseur, but to expand your range of motion. Loosen up and put a spring in your step. Then keep a little bit of that animation whenever you walk, move, or teach your dance class.
Music
Select all of the music for your class ahead of time. It takes time to find a perfect track for a particular step, with the right tempo, quality, energy level, and emphasis on the right beats. Some teachers make their students stand around as they start to fumble through their music collection searching for a good track. It's even more embarrassing if the track you chose doesn't work well, and you have to stop it and start searching again. Go through that process before class.
If you play CDs, a more specific tip is to buy a red grease pencil at a hardware store, normally used for marking glass, and write the track number of your pre-selected music on the CD or case. After class you can erase it with a tissue.
List your pre-selected tracks in your lesson plan notes.
Know how to count into the music. Use the same number of preparatory counts each time.  I prefer to count into a dance just as a musician would, saying something like, "five, six, ready, and..."
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Did that make sense to you? No, and neither does starting and stopping your recording arbitrarily in the middle of a musical phrase. When playing your recorded music, allow the musical phrases to finish, as live musicians would do. Musicians would never start and stop in mid-phrase, any more than you would begin a sentence in the middle, or stop speaking halfway through a sentence. I recommend that you play your recorded music the same way.
This guideline isn't marked as essential, but you should realize that your musical phrasing of recorded music demonstrates your respect for the music. So if you start and stop your music arbitrarily in mid-phrase, it tells your class that you don't care very much about music.
When you do this, you must make sure that you have brought your teaching tempo up to the same as the tempo of the music that you're about to play. It's a huge mistake to teach a step at a slow tempo, then put on music which is significantly faster, guaranteeing frustration or failure among many of your students.
A helpful hint is to hear the tune that you're about to play in your head, while you're still teaching it tacet. With a little practice you'll be able to bring the class up to the exact tempo of the music before you play it. This way, the music supports their dancing, at just the right tempo, instead of pressuring your students.
Spatial arrangement
A second solution is to teach with students in a large circle and have an assistant on the other side, facing you. Ask your students to follow the person in front of them.
A third solution, if they're in a circle around the perimeter of the room with you in the middle, is to have them all turn a quarter to their right, toward Line of Dance, asking them to follow most of those ahead of them. They can clearly see both you and those ahead of them.
Another tradition is for the teacher to face a large mirror, with the students behind, also facing the mirror. It's not ideal to turn your back to your students, but they can see your face in the mirror.
Miscellaneous
This concern for your students is also a sign of maturity. Small children constantly clamor, "Look at me Daddy! Watch me Mommy!" Then we grow up, and we (hopefully) mature into valuing others' happiness and progress. The few teachers who don't understand this are quite obvious to their students, as self-absorbed grandstanders more interested in displaying their greatness than in helping their students learn the material.
But I know you're completely devoted to your students' success, or else you wouldn't have made it to the bottom of this page.
Teaching makes you smarter
Take a look at this page, Use It or Lose It: Dancing Makes You Smarter. It's a report on several studies which show that rapid-fire decision-making maintains or increases your intelligence as you age. Teaching a class involves even more rapid-fire decision making than dancing, so it's ever better for you. Then furthermore...
I like R. Buckminster Fuller's definition of genius. In his opinion, genius isn't a mere quantity or capacity, but the combination of rational and intuitive thinking, both left-brain and right-brain, vertical and lateral thinking. And it's the simultaneous use of both kinds of thinking, not exercising linear rational thinking first thing in the morning, then doing something more intuitive an hour later. Genius is being fully rational and fully intuitive at the same time, seeing both the finest details and the overall big picture at the same time.
Teaching a class, in any topic, is one of the ultimate simultaneous combinations of vertical and lateral thinking, as your planning strategies morph with your spontaneous assessment of your students' progress. But as the research shows, it depends on continual split-second decision making, not repeating rote routines. You don't have to be a genius, but to stay smarter longer, don't always follow the same lesson plan. Teach it differently each time, spontaneously making those changes in class. Or teach topics you've never taught before. Challenge yourself. Plan your class thoroughly, then welcome chance intrusions. Every day. Research shows that it will keep you smarter longer.
Overwhelmed?
Acknowledgements
Anastasia Gunder // Dancing with the Stars
Anastasia Gunder - a the author of the books "The Taste of Winter" (Nigma, 2020), "My mother is broken!" (Speech, 2020), "Gift for Ba" (Nigma, 2020). Published in the magazines Murzilka, Children's Reading for the Heart and Mind, Miracles and Adventures (for children), Partner (Germany), Prostokvasha, Fountain, Electronic Pampas, etc. Finalist of the International Competition for the best work for children "Korneichuk Prize", semi-finalist of the X season of the "New Book" competition (ROSMEN), winner of the International Literary "Gaidar Competition", literary festival-competition "Crystal Spring", etc. lit. competitions. Participant in seminars for young writers writing for children, participant in the Annual Seminar for Young Writers of the Writers' Union of Moscow. He is a member of the secret order of children's writers "Mykhukhol".
Autobiography
In a dense forest there once lived a girl named Nastya. She lived well: she collected mushrooms and berries and grew fairy tales on trees. And then suddenly Nastya grew up and thought: well, how long can you sit among the pine trees, it's time to look at the world and show yourself. Nastya packed a knapsack with breadcrumbs, took the laptop under her arm and went into the light - to tell people fairy tales.
About the elephant who stomped
More than anything, the Elephant loved to run. Fast, fast. For the wind to whistle in your ears. Only he rarely ran, because every time it ended badly for him. Here's how it is now:
- Don't stomp like an elephant! shouted the Monkey from the tree.
— And I am an elephant, — the Elephant was surprised and ran on.
— Hey, shut up, mate! Coconuts fall on my head from your stomp! Rhino complained.
— Excuse me, — said the Elephant and went further on foot.
“If you make such a noise, I will write a complaint against you,” the Parrot called from the palm tree to the Elephant. I have a concert tomorrow, I can't concentrate.
“I'm sorry,” the Elephant replied and trudged off wherever his eyes looked.
— And why stomp so loudly! The lioness was outraged. - My baby sleeps!
“Excuse me,” whispered the Elephant and went on tiptoe.
- Earthquake! came from somewhere below.
The elephant stopped and listened.
— Urgently leave the premises! the voice commanded. We take only the essentials with us.
A tiny suitcase appeared right under the feet of the Elephant, followed by the Mole, then a shopping bag appeared along with the Mole's wife, and finally, eleven little moles with toys in their hands crawled out of the hole.
“Sorry, I'm so clumsy,” the Elephant apologized and began to cry.
- Flood! Flood! the moles squealed.
Don't panic! Mole said.
He put the suitcase on the ground. Walked around the elephant on all sides and again returned to his wife and children:
"It's not a flood," he reassured everyone. - The elephant is crying.
— I'm sorry! - Elephant said through tears and burst into tears even louder.
All the moles lined up in front of the Elephant:
“The Elephant is crying,” said the youngest mole cub and, looking at the roaring Elephant, also began to cry.
A minute later, all eleven moles roared into three streams.
— Calm down! their mother urged.
"We can't," they answered.
— Why?
- We feel sorry for the Elephant!
“We won’t calm down until the Elephant calms down,” the younger one answered.
— All right, said the Mole. We will calm the Elephant together. Let's help him.
“You need not worry,” the Elephant roared through his tears. "You won't help me anyway."
“We will help if you explain to us why you are crying,” insisted the Mole.
"I'm crying because it's an elephant," explained the Elephant.
— Found something to be upset about. And I'm a mole, but I don't cry.
- That's because no one calls you names. And I only hear: “What are you stomping like an elephant!”. And how can I walk differently if I am an elephant. I will never run again! And I won't go either! To not disturb anyone.
“Ah, here's the thing,” the Mole shook his head. “I think I can help you.
Surprised, the Elephant even stopped crying:
— Are you a magician? he asked seriously.
“No, I'm even better than a wizard,” smiled the Mole. - I'm a shoemaker. Come to me in three days - you will soar like a butterfly.
And after three days the Elephant ran again. Fast, fast. Only the wind whistled in my ears. In my brand new slippers. From dandelions! And none of the animals made any remarks to him, everyone was only surprised: “Well, it’s an elephant, but it soars like a butterfly.”
Crocodile with a bad temper
1.
There lived a Crocodile in the world. It looks quite ordinary - green and toothy, only this Crocodile had a bad temper. Therefore, he had no friends, no buddies. The Crocodile sat on the river bank and caught a fish, and if someone passed by and said hello, he did not answer anything, but only hissed loudly and shook his fist at those who scared the fish. If someone invited the Crocodile to a housewarming or name day, then the Crocodile always refused: "This does not concern me." And if it was necessary to plant trees for the park or build a new playground for animals, then the Crocodile only shook his head negatively, saying: "It's none of my business." Therefore, no one asked him for help, no one invited him to visit him, and gradually there were no more people who wanted to say hello.
One day the Crocodile, as usual, was sitting on the bank of the river and was fishing. A little Kangaroo galloped past:
— Hello, Uncle Crocodile! she greeted.
The crocodile hissed loudly, but the Kangaroo was not afraid:
“Ah, catch,” she said in a whisper. — I won't scare your fish.
In parting, she waved her paw at the Crocodile and galloped on. The crocodile was even surprised: no one had talked to him for a long time.
A few days later the Kangaroo appeared again on the shore, but this time she did not scream, but only nodded, walked on tiptoe to the river and sat next to the Crocodile. They sat in silence for a long time, and then the Kangaroo said quietly:
— I also like to look at the river.
— And I like to sit alone, — the Crocodile muttered with displeasure.
“Me too,” Kangaroo smiled. — You can sit quietly and think about something...
— Perhaps, — Crocodile agreed.
— Well, I have to go. Nice to meet you! the Kangaroo said goodbye and rode away.
“That’s wonderful,” thought the Crocodile, and also began to get ready to go home.
2.
On Saturday Crocodile went to the market for oranges: he always drank orange juice in the morning. He was walking, waving an empty bag, but suddenly stopped: the log, which served as a bridge over the abyss, completely rotted and collapsed down.
The crocodile scratched the back of his head, looked around: not far away lay a tree felled by the wind, thick and strong. The crocodile picked up a log, threw it over a cliff and crossed to the other side.
— How strong you are! He suddenly heard a voice behind him.
It was the Kangaroo: she also crossed the log and caught up with the Crocodile.
— What a wonderful bridge you have built! she continued. Now other animals will be able to walk on it.
“It's none of my business,” Crocodile muttered.
“Everyone will walk on it and say “thank you” to you,” Kangaroo chattered.
I don't have to say thank you.
“That's right,” Kangaroo nodded. — Humility makes a person beautiful.
— But I'm not human! Crocodile was outraged.
"It doesn't matter," said the Kangaroo.
The crocodile no longer argued, but only increased his pace, he himself did not notice how he was no longer walking, but running. Only near the market he stopped a little rest and catch his breath. “I think I got rid of it,” thought the Crocodile.
3.
Ten juicy sunny oranges nestled together in a bag. Satisfied with the purchase, the Crocodile went home, whistling under his breath. Suddenly he heard someone crying: in front, on a large hummock, sat the Frog and roared loudly.
As if nothing had happened, the Crocodile went on, but suddenly he stopped again - a huge dusty cloud was rushing right at him. The crocodile barely managed to jump aside. The cloud rushed past and hung near the Frog.
- Why are you crying baby? asked the Kangaroo emerging from the dusty cloud.
— Mom went to the market and still won’t come back, — answered the surprised Frog.
— Don't worry, she will come soon, I saw her in the market with a full basket.
— Full? This is good, - the Frog was delighted. - And then my tummy has been wanting to eat for a long time.
“His tummy wants to eat,” Kangaroo Crocodile, who was just passing by, said with a smile.
“That doesn't concern me,” replied the Crocodile.
The kangaroo gave the Crocodile a little nudge in the side and said in a whisper:
— We should give him an orange.
These are my oranges! the Crocodile shouted and held the bag tightly to his chest.
— But he's small! Kangaroo didn't give up. And he wants to eat!
“It's none of my business,” grumbled the Crocodile, displeased, and was about to leave.
— How is this none of your business? - Kangaroo blocked his way. - Very much yours. You met him...
— So what?
— And now you have to help him!
— I don't owe anyone anything!
The little frog was sitting on a hummock, turning his head in different directions, looking first at the Kangaroo, then at the Crocodile and blinking his huge eyes incomprehensibly.
The crocodile got angry:
— Do you know what others say about me? he asked Kangaroo.
— No.
— Did you fall from the moon?
“No, I came from Australia with my mom and dad,” Kangaroo explained.
- Not local, then. Something so weird. Well, if you don't know, I'll tell you. Everyone says I have a bad temper.
- That's not true! Kangaroo began to argue.
“True,” Crocodile replied calmly.
- And that's not true! Kangaroo was outraged. - You are good.
- Do you think?
"I'm sure of it," Kangaroo said firmly.
- The sun or you gave me a terrible headache. It's time for me to get back to the river.
The crocodile wanted to move the Kangaroo aside to pass, but it did not retreat. She firmly took the Crocodile by the paw and asked again:
“Just one orange,” Kangaroo said and looked right into Crocodile's eyes. – Please-a-a-luista…
— All right, — Crocodile sighed. I'm tired of arguing with you. It's too tiring. The crocodile took an orange out of the bag and gave it to Kangaroo.
“Thank you,” the Kangaroo smiled and handed the orange to the Frog.
Thank you Uncle Crocodile! the Frog croaked happily.
The crocodile did not answer and moved on. Soon Kangaroo caught up with him and they silently walked along the road. Finally Kangaroo spoke:
“My house is over there,” she pointed in the direction of a huge baobab.
“I have never treated anyone,” Crocodile suddenly confessed.
— And what is it like? Kangaroo asked.
— I don't even know… Somehow I didn't understand…
— Probably, we should try again, — Kangaroo smiled.
“Perhaps,” Crocodile agreed.
The kangaroo galloped home, but the Crocodile still stood and looked after her. Suddenly he began to rummage through his bag, as if he had lost something. The crocodile sorted through the oranges for a long time and kept shaking his head in displeasure, and then he rushed to catch up with the Kangaroo with all his might and already almost at the very baobab awkwardly handed her an orange.
“Here, take this,” Crocodile said, out of breath. - This one is the tastiest!
“Thank you very much,” Kangaroo thanked him.
“Not at all,” replied the embarrassed Crocodile.
Listen to the wind and fly. Yes, not just with the stars, but with the real constellations, which the king of animals - Leo - specially invited from heaven to earth.
Everyone wanted to dance, and in order not to quarrel, the animals came up with this: let the couples choose the constellations themselves.
All the participants gathered in the big clearing, even the Behemoth came.
- Do hippos dance? Lev was surprised.
“No,” Behemoth admitted. - But I really want it.
"Maybe you'd better sit under a palm tree and look," Lev suggested.
“No,” Behemoth said decisively. — I want to dance with the stars.
Leo didn't argue, because it was time to greet the guests from heaven. The constellations are located under the palm trees: especially for them, Leo ordered to make swing chairs from vines - he believed that the stars should soar, and not walk on the earth. The guests carelessly swayed on the vines, drank coconut milk and complained about the unbearable heat.
And the participants of the contest settled down in the clearing. All the animals were worried: some had trembling knees, others chattered their teeth, and still others had stomach pains from fear. Finally, Lev nodded to the musicians, and the dancing began.
Everyone wanted to please the stars, so they tried their best, but Behemoth tried the most. This made him even worse. First, the Behemoth stepped on the paw of the Lioness:
- Rrr! Meow! squealed the Lioness.
— Sorry, I didn't mean to! The Behemoth moved away from the Lioness and accidentally pushed the Cow.
- Watch where you're going! - the Cow fell to the ground indignantly.
— Sorry, I didn't notice you, — Behemoth apologized. He wanted to help the Cow to get up, but accidentally crushed the Boa.
The boa didn't say anything, but only hissed and twisted the tip of its tail at the temple.
— Sorry. I'm so clumsy. I better move away! - said Behemoth and went to dance in the farthest corner of the meadow, under a palm tree.
— It would be so long ago! - shouted after the Lioness.
Music played faster. The Horse and the Cow were clattering their hooves as if they were tap dancing, the Giraffe was shaking its long neck to the beat of the music, and the Boa constrictor, like a spring, was bouncing in place. Everyone suddenly became so cheerful that even the constellations forgot about the heat and clapped their hands. Only Behemoth stood alone under a palm tree.
When the dances were over, the constellations began to choose their couples: Ursa Major chose the brown Bear, the Snake - the Boa constrictor, the Unicorn - the Horse, the starry Leo - the Lioness, Taurus - the Cow, and Orion liked the Giraffe.
“We will make a good couple,” Orion remarked.
— Couple? Giraffe blushed.
— Yes, yes, my dear, I can't wait to dance with you. And now it's time for us to return: it's unbearably hot here.
“Stop,” a voice said. I haven't chosen yet.
And then everyone turned their attention to the Star. Next to the rest of the constellations, she was so small that the animals did not immediately notice her. It was the North Star.
— Ah, is that you? yawned the Star Lion.
— Well, then choose, — Ursa Major said displeasedly.
- And hurry up, otherwise I'll kick my hooves from the heat! Taurus complained.
“I will dance with the Behemoth,” said the Pole Star.
— With Behemoth? the constellations asked.
- With Behemoth? the animals did not believe.
— With me? Behemoth was surprised.
“Yes,” Star smiled.
"Well then," said the constellations. - Dance with the Behemoth.
- There will be something to laugh at, - Orion added and soared high into the sky.
And the rest of the constellations rose after him.
2.
Only the North Star with Behemoth remained in the clearing.
“I am Behemoth,” Behemoth introduced himself for some reason.
“I know,” said Polaris.
— I really want to learn how to dance!
“I know,” Polaris said again. - I really want to see the forest.
— Isn't it time for you to return to heaven? Behemoth asked.
“It's time,” Star sighed. “But it’s so beautiful here on Earth!”
— Do you want me to show you our forest?
— I want to, — Asterisk smiled and extended her hand to Behemoth. - Hold tight. And then I'll fly away.
Behemoth took Pole Star by the hand and they went into the forest. On the way, Zvezdochka was surprised at everything:
- Wow! How bright!
- These are flowers.
— Great! Flying flowers!
“Those are not flowers, but butterflies,” Behemoth explained.
— Butterflies! - Asterisk lit up and became even lighter.
And so, when the forest appeared, the Pole Star no longer walked along the ground, but only slightly repelled from it. She didn't ask any more questions, she just looked around.
A greenish twilight reigned in the forest. The branches of the trees were so tightly intertwined with each other that the light barely penetrated inside. The ground was covered with moss and ferns. Lianas hung from the trunks like giant boas, and orchids bloomed on the trees.
Suddenly surprised Starlight stopped in front of a huge tree. It was so high that it seemed that the crown rests on the very sky.
The North Star stroked the bark:
- Rough. And alive,” she said.
- Will you teach me how to dance? - Behemoth asked unexpectedly.
Zvezdochka didn't answer anything, but only squeezed her hand tighter.
"Close your eyes," she said.
Behemoth closed his eyes.
“Now listen,” Star said softly.
Behemoth began to listen, but did not hear anything.
"I can't hear anything," he admitted.
- Listen to the wind.
Behemoth closed his eyes again and listened.
— It rustles, — Behemoth said happily.
— It rustles, — Polar Star smiled.
— Now open your eyes and look.
Behemoth opened his eyes. The tree was still standing in front of him.
“I don't see anything,” he said, “there is only a tree.
- Look further.
The hippopotamus tried his best, looked into his eyes, but nothing happened. And then suddenly he noticed a small leaf, which broke away from the branch and slowly fell to the ground.
- Flying! Behemoth rejoiced.
— Flies.
- Beautiful.
“Yes,” Star agreed. "Now let's dance."
— Right here? Behemoth was surprised.
Yes.
- But I can't.
- You can. Everyone knows how to dance.
— Even Behemoths?
- Even Behemoths.
— Are you sure?
— Of course.
— How can we dance without music? Behemoth was worried.
“You don't need music to dance,” Polar Star smiled. Just listen to the wind and fly.
Star extended her second hand, and Behemoth suddenly felt uneasy: his legs did not obey at all, but slightly lifted off the ground.
Behemoth closed his eyes... And flew away.
3.
Three days later, when evening came, the animals again gathered in the clearing. It was dark: the audience stepped on each other's tails, apologized and, finally, somehow settled down under the palm trees.
Everything around was lit up with an extraordinary radiance: constellations descended onto the clearing, straight from the sky. The musicians began to play and the performance began.
The Bull and the Cow merrily butted their horns, and the Unicorn and the Horse thumped their hooves so hard that a whole dusty cloud rose up next to them. The snake and the Boa, like strings, stretched out and swayed from side to side, and then suddenly intertwined into one ball, and now the star ball quickly rolled across the clearing. The audience applauded.
The Lioness with the star Leo performed all movements simultaneously, and when the star Leo hid behind the Lioness and she lit up, for a moment even the Lioness herself thought that she had turned into a constellation.
Like a spinning top, a Giraffe was spinning in a dance with Orion. And then Orion picked up the graceful Giraffe and threw her high into the air. All the animals gasped, and the pleased Orion, like a feather, caught his lady and handed her a red rose. The audience shouted: "Bravo!"
Only Behemoth did not dance, but stood in his tracks.
"I'm afraid," Behemoth admitted.
“Don’t be afraid,” Star smiled.
— What if I fail?
Polar Star extended her hand to Behemoth and whispered softly in his ear:
— Listen to the wind and fly.
The astonished spectators froze: a Behemoth was circling in the very corner of the meadow. And it seemed that this was not a Hippo at all, but an airy beautiful leaf was flying across the clearing.
Teach-In - Dear John
Teach-In - Dear John
Dear john, I write you this letter
Oh please, won't you teach me to dance?
Dear john, the sooner the better
Oh please, won't you give me a chance?
There is a show at the new disco where I wanna go
The lights are low while we can show all the tricks we know.
When we're dancing, disco dancing
When we're dancing, we dream away
Drea-a drea-a dream away.
(John Travolta)
Won't you teach me to dance?
(John Travolta)
Won't you give me a chance?
Dear john, won't you listen?
Oh please, won't you drop me a line?
Dear john, you know what I'm missing
Oh please, give me a sign.
There is a show at the new disco where I wanna go
The lights are low while we can show all the tricks we know.
When we're dancing, disco dancing
When we're dancing, we dream away
Drea-a drea-a dream away.
(John Travolta)
Won't you teach me to dance?
(John Travolta)
Won't you give me a chance?
(John Travolta) .