There’s this studio from my hometown that opened a few months after I moved away and is pretty much the only other “serious” studio besides my old one and the one school that was almost entirely ballet-focused. They’re the only other ones who offer a real acro or competitive program, and they’ve poached a LOT of my studio’s old students and have a HUGE number of rec students.
Despite this, their choreography is laughable, their students are technically very weak and they over-estimate their own abilities to a point where you feel embarrassed secondhand.
And I hate to say this because I love being from an isolated Northern town sometimes, but people there really don’t know shit about dance.
Like, dancers know shit about dance there, but your average person doesn’t. And that may be true as well if you live in Toronto or Ottawa or Niagara or whatever but at least you can go to a dance competition, go to a professional show, you have a couple dozen recitals you can go to every year, you get the vaguest idea of what is what there.
A studio like the one that swept into my hometown would not only never get off the ground, it would be burned down by angry dancers for what they’ve done to the art.
"But Bree, art isn’t about being the best!"
Of course it isn’t! I’d be one to talk about being the best — I’m one of the worst “good” dancers I know (and any dancer reading this knows that that does make sense).
But there’s still something to be said about proper training. You don’t have to be the best at math, but you still shouldn’t wilfully subject yourself to a teacher who taught you that 2+2=5, much less pay for it.
And it’s not like 2+2=5 can ruin your knees or your back.
But learning that 2+2=5 might make you study a certain way for an entrance exam, think you have it in the bag and wind up totally embarrassed when you don’t get into your dream school and look like a fool.
I really love city life but I really feel an obligation to settle back up North, in a small town, and really help them out in the whole dance department.
They know no better right now.
I don’t know, it just makes me sad.