Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.
How does that make you feel? Twist: write in your own voice
I strained my brain trying to think of an event that I would have attended, let alone be upset if it was cancelled. Then it came to me: of course! The Fowler Dance Studio (FDS)! I don’t have to pretend either, the FDS did close.
At the age of about 4 is when I started taking dance class at FDS, my sister (age 7) also started at the same time. Every Saturday morning my family would drive down the street to the “square” where the studio was. After class we would go out to eat.
As we got older our class times changed. It was during the work week in the afternoon. My sister was in the “serious group” so they took 3 or 4 different types of dance (ballet, jazz, tap, sometimes lyric). I only stuck with one class, a couple of years I took two.
At the end of each class cycle (June) there would be a recital. This was the highlight of the year and a big ordeal. There were 3 rehearsals, two would be at the studio (they separated us for different days depending on what number you were in the show). Those rehearsals were fun because you got to preform in front of other classes and the director without much pressure. The last rehearsal was a dress rehearsal where the recital would be (John Hancock building). This was a run threw. The next night was the actual show.
The recital itself wasn’t just the best part. The before, during, and after made the whole experience come together. Getting ready with my aunt & mom’s help at the house was exciting. I loved putting my costume on and getting my make-up & hair done. I felt like a model. I remember putting on my dad’s light blue button up shirt so that I wouldn’t ruin anything. I had a bag filled with snacks & activities to do in the dressing room while I waited for my group to go on. After the show, my sister and I would receive flowers from our parents & aunt then it was time to eat! We would drive to Howard Johnson’s for a celebratory meal. There was a lot of dancers & their families celebrating there too.
The beginning of my 8th year at FDS everyone was informed the studio would be closing after the recital. It was a huge shock. The majority of my life was spent there. It was a tradition in our family. What was I supposed to do now?
This was the first time in my young life that I felt a real loss. I’ve had pets die and friends that moved away, but this created a big void in my world. The next summer I started Pop Warner cheerleading. It was drama and headaches.
I still drive past the old studio (now a house) on the way to visit my mom and son. The people who live there have no idea the amout of memories that were created inside those walls.