Three Songs You Should Totally Listen To

1. Walk The Moon – Shut Up and Dance

2. Meghan Trainor – Dear Future Husband

3. (My favorite) Train – 50 Ways To Say Goodbye

I’m going to try not to bore you with all the things I have to say about these songs. 

Note. Key word – try.

Mhm. The first one. 

It sounds so happy and dance-y. I can’t listen to this song without busting some struggle jive/swing/disco moves pretending it’s the 80’s and I’m in a club,dancing with some charming stranger.

The second.

Meghan Trainor is the queen of cheese. The lyrics to this one gets me all giggly. Poor future husband. He isn’t even allowed to disagree with the wife ’cause she is always right, even when she’s wrong. *sigh*. It also has that happy dance-y feel. I always catch myself doing my goofy dance and grinning like a happy fool to this one. 

And the third. LOOOOOOOOL! 

I had to do that, because that’s exactly what goes on whenever I listen to Train’s 50 Ways to Say Goodbye.

  
Lmaooooo! Apparently, this, my friends, is an attempt at answering the question, “Where is your lover?”

Wait. It gets better.

 

It’s also got that dance-y upbeat rhythm to it. Whenever it comes on, I start to do my usual goofy dance, but then the laughter takes over in no time.

LOL, I beg you, listen to this song if you haven’t.

Ciao.

All Too Well.

I’m not exactly sure why the first two things I’ve published here this year have “mushy” written all over them.
This is one of my favorite T.S. songs. Maybe ’cause it’s sad and I love sad songs. LOL! Don’t look at me like that. 😐

And thank you for dropping in! 🙂

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This song by Taylor Swift is one that tells a story of love gone sour and memories bittersweet.

Falling in love is quite the experience. I think everyone should fall in love once in a while. It exposes you to yourself.

It’s like a drug, bringing with it a different kind of high, no matter how many times it is experienced. Each new thrill is almost always better than the last. How else does one come out of one love-high, swearing never to go in again, only to fall right back in at the next opportunity?

I think that for most people, the hardest part of recovering from a love-high, would be the memories. For me, this is what helps me get through each episode and move on quickly, but I may not be normal, and this piece isn’t about me.

Here, in trying to come to terms with a relationship gone sour, Taylor recounts memories of love that was once new, young and dizzying.
Next she attempts (without much luck) to figure out at what point things started going downhill…
Finally, she resigns, admitting to herself that coming to terms with the break up would be difficult, because she remembers everything all too well. (Not like she has any other choice than to come to terms with it eventually, anyway.)
Does this sound like the average person? I think so.

LOL, memories. Little fuckers. Don’t you just wish you could do away with them sometimes?

Kiss Me.

Disclaimer.
I am not a romantic. Don’t be deceived by all the mush in this post. This was written a few weeks ago, one evening as I listened to Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me.

And thank you for stopping by! 🙂

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I think that everything about Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me is perfect.

From the silently spoken count intro, 1, 2, 3, 4… to the quiet rhythm that follows, instantly introducing the sound of his music, to the oh-so-mushy lyrics… It’s a good one.

I think Ed Sheeran is a god. But you already knew that.

I watched a recorded live show of his. I hope to be in a sparsely populated Ed Sheeran closed acoustic session one day. I don’t know if that made any sense.
Until then, I will dream and prepare my heart for that moment.

So on this live show, just before he performed this song – Kiss Me, he told the story behind the song. Great songs are often always inspired by great stories.

Two people. 
A man, a woman. 
Both, no less than 60.
Life long friends.

They started falling for each other,
But no one said a thing,
For fear of ruining the relationship they had.
One bird in hand > Two in the bush. No?

They watched each other get married to other people.
I imagine it was hard,
But life had to go on.
We take what we can get, no?

(At least) 25 years later,
Two broken marriages on each part,
Two hearts burning for each other like never before,
Two people who had lived and loved through it all,
Two minds enlightened by years of semi-heartache and brokenness,
Two souls who had learned that life was indeed for the living,
Two people who knew they had waited one too many years,
Two people desperately trying to salvage what was left of their years…

“Eds, Maggie and I are getting married, and we would love for you to write our song.”

Mark was Eds’ godfather.
He was family.

Eds abandoned his tour, right in the middle of it and flew halfway across the world, to be there for two people who meant so much to him.
His leave was so sudden, that it was rumored he had been taken into rehab. About that, Sheeran said, “I wish I was that badass”. LOL!

So on his way home, he wrote this song, and the not-so-young couple thought it was perfect.

I think my favorite line in that song is,
“I’ve fallen for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet.”

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The above account was dug up from a distant memory. It is not completely accurate. Mark and Maggie weren’t their names, for instance. But I tried to tell it as best as I could.

A Twist In The Tale…

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Hey everyone! I’m here again. Thank God for Oby whom the Lord used to pursue the spirit of laziness away from my doorstep. So, thank you Oby! And thank you everyone for taking some time out to read this piece! I hope you enjoy it!

PS: This is the 3rd Part in the Series. Part 1 – Not Really Sure… https://etana007.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/not-really-sure/ and Part 2 – Tale Snippet – A Girl Who Loved To Dance… https://etana007.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/tale-snippet-a-girl-who-loved-to-dance/

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“No, no, no…. You must plie, before the leap. That way, its much easier and you gain more height and distance.”

“Chase, remember, you lift from the midriff. Denise, you must balance your weight while in the air, else whatever happened to London bridge will repeat itself.”

Tj was my teacher, Chase my partner. Apparently,  they both created that lovely routine. Devils. They had to have it all.

The audition was tomorrow. I was practically working my ass off to get every single thing right. It was beginning to tell on me. I caught myself dozing in a meeting yesterday. Embarrassing stuff.

“Okay guys, take 10 (minutes), we’ll have one last run and that’ll be it for today.”

I tried to catch my breath. I was sweating profusely and that in  itself was becoming a problem when it came to the parts of the routine that had lifts and holds.

I was thinking. The past 2 days had been grueling. But I enjoyed every tiny bit of it. Chase was a total darling. Always the helpful, supportive partner. I couldn’t believe my luck. From afar I actually concluded he was a snob. At dance class, he always kept to himself. And it was easy for him to do that as he was always getting everything right.

Class was always like…

“Chase, Amy, you guys came up with a choreography for Carol night, yes? Come and teach the class.”

“No, that’s not the way a saute arabesque is done. Chase come show the class”

“Helen, you missed a step. Its a triple spin before you go into fourth position. Chase, show her how to do it.”

The name Chase was probably the most reoccurring word in our instructors’ vocabulary. I wondered if  they had Chasyndrome or something. (eyes rolling)

But he was really very sweet in person and it didn’t even seem like any of that got to his head. I was just happy to be rehearsing with him and even if I didn’t get Amy’s part, it wouldn’t really matter much. Spending those few days, doing something I loved passionately with someone (well, people) I admired, was already a lot for me.

That night, as Chase walked me to my bus stop, we talked about the audition.

“Let’s assume I wasn’t auditioning for Amy’s position.. How’s she by the way?’

“She’s doing okay. I went to visit her yesterday after rehearsals. She’s healing nicely. She won’t stop wailing about having to miss out on all the fun. Hahahaaa! But i think she needs the break.”

“That’s nice. So, as I was saying… If I wasn’t auditioning, who would you have wanted as your partner for the dance?”

“Errr… Nicole. Annie is good, but she’s heavy. With the lifts in this routine, naaah…”

I burst out laughing.

“Denise! Be nice!” I pulled a straight face. I didn’t like Annie. I knew Nicole would prove competition.

“Chase, none of the other girls have asked to rehearse with you? I’m just wondering how they want to just dance with you on that day if they’ve not rehearsed with you at least once. I know other guys know the routine too, but still…”

“Yes, I’ve thought that too. At the audition, they’ll perform with the guys they rehearsed with and the person who’s finally chosen will rehearse with me, for the workshop.”

We had reached my bus stop. We said our goodbyes, and he wished me luck for tomorrow. I sure needed it.

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Hahaa. Y’all thought I’d be putting you in suspense again, aye? Fear not. Its going to be a long read, but the series ends today! 😀

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We took our positions and the music came on. For three minutes, I wasn’t me. I was someone else, I swear. All I knew was, after the music ended, there was applause. And then there was silence. I looked at Chase as helped me off the ground. His smile seemed to say “We did it!”

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All other 5 performances were done, and the judges (our instructors) had to deliberate for some time. I was seated in the crowd, between Chase and Tj. Yes, Tj was there too.

As I got back to my seat after my performance, He whispered , “You were amazing.”

I beamed. “Quit patronizing me!”

“I swear, I patronize you not. I caught it all on tape!”

“No you didn’t!” I was almost jumping out of my seat! ” I wanna see!”

“Shhhhhh… The next performance is about to start. I need to get them all. We’ll review them back at the studio”

“Ok, ok, ok…” I could have been the happiest child on earth.

William, our chief instructor stood up

“What we saw today was very impressive. I am particularly happy with the competition you all put up here. Something good has come out of Amy’s misfortune; we saw people display talents in a light we’ve never seen before.” Denise? This has to be your first audition in-house for a major part in a performance, Yes? Yes. Shannon, Zia you both have never taken on a duet before, have you? It has always been group choreography. This is really good stuff and I want to say we are glad you took up the challenge. We are now more aware of your capabilities and though there is only one position available tonight, there will be many more opportunities for you to showcase your talents. Good job everyone.”

Candice, his assistant began to announce the results. “We have a winner people! Congratulations Denise!”

What? I didn’t hear that right… Chase turned and hugged me so tight. As he released me, Tj turned my head and kissed me. I was confused.

Candy (as we fondly called her) continued “Denise, we were amazed at what we saw here today. You are one of our newest members, yet you could almost have passed for a principal dancer. Wow. Chase, you must have done a lot to bring out that kind of performance. Well done. We saw you both move together, and the other 5 dancers couldn’t convince us to separate you two. Now, y’all owe us 101% of what we saw here today, at the workshop.

Good night everyone!”

It was a lot to take in… I got the part. I was going to dance with Chase. At the big workshop! Tj kissed me. What does that mean?

Everyone has started leaving the auditorium. As I got up to leave, Candy motioned for me to come to her.

“Meet us outside.” Chase said. They had come in Tj’s car.

Candy and I talked for about a minute. She just wanted me to know she would be in charge of our costumes and I would have to arrange to have my measurements taken. (I’d never needed a costume before, this being my first performance and all)

I happily clattered towards the exit of the hall.

“What was all that about?! How could you kiss her?!” Chase sounded really mad. I’d never seen him like that.

“C’mon Chase, calm down! It was just a friggin’ kiss!”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?! Who do you think you are going about hurting my feelings that way?! Its bad enough that I have to keep us a secret! Then you go flirting with my friends in my very presence and you expect me to be calm about it?! I have never for once given you reason to doubt how I feel about you! I have literally given up everything just to be with you! And this? This is what I get? This is how you treat me? No Tj, I can’t…”

Tj kissed him.

Whaaaaaaat?! Nooooooooo!! Eeeeewwwww!! Urrrrghhhh!!

I stepped back into the hall, out of sight. What the hell did my eyes just behold?

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Hahahahaa! Yes! We have come to the end of  our story. Denise’s crushes were gay! Loool! I have to thank Dantte for that perfect twist. He brought it up in a conversation we had a long time ago after I had freshly written “Not Really Sure…” At that point, I didn’t even know how best to continue the story. Totally forgot about the gay twist until after I published Part 2, then it hit me! – Chase now has a perfect gay partner! Lol!

So, Denise found out they were gay. Did she continue with the workshop and all? I have no idea. My name is not Denise. None of my alters answer Denise either. So, we do not know who Denise is, or what became of her and her gay crushes.

We just hope you had a good time reading this our struggle of a story.

Until next time,

Etana 🙂

Tale Snippet – ‘A Girl Who Loved To Dance’

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Yeah, yeah. I know I said I’d continue the next day. But you know how it is…work + writers’ block + laziness is a killer combination. So I’m back with the sequel to the first part of my story. Thanks for stopping to read, and I hope you enjoy it!

PS: If this is your very first visit to Etana’s corner, or you somehow missed the prequel to this one, I strongly suggest you read it first. “Not Really Sure…” that’s the title. Two posts before this one. Toodles!

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Ding! The elevator doors popped open at the 6th floor and I alighted. Bolero Studios. (the ‘r’ in ‘Bolero’ is pronounced kinda the same way the r in ‘Les Miserables’ is pronounced. #goFigure). As I pushed open the sliding doors and walked in,  I realized I had been holding my breath. I’m not entirely sure for how long.

3 girls and 2 guys lay flat on their backs, arms spread out, with both legs pressed together in the air, perpendicular to the floor, feet flat out. They had great lines. They must have been modern contemporary dance students getting ready for a class by doing the prep exercise routines. Soft music was playing in the background. Besides that, everywhere was quiet. I looked around, there was no sign of Chase.

Pause. Rewind. 3 days before.

I will not go into the details of that very happy dream  I had. I will not. All I will say is this, I didn’t want to wake up from it. Throughout the next day, I kept checking my phone for a reply from Chase. 10 am. Nothing. 11:30 am. Nothing. 2:40 pm. Nothing. *sigh* I switched off my phone and threw it in my bag.  Then I managed to get through the rest of my day. So much for the sweet dreams I had the night before. As you might have guessed, I was having a bad day already and the stress of work didn’t make it any easier.

I got home that evening and fell into bed, fully clothed. The stress at work and the disappointment of not hearing from Chase had done me in. I fell asleep listening to Hillsong United’s He Has Overcome on repeat ( I particularly love their rendition of it at their Live show in Miami last year).

Thanks to my highly irregular sleep pattern, I was awake by 1 am. I quickly showered and changed into something comfortable. 30 minutes later and I was still awake. The phone. I had totally forgotten about it. I fished it out of my bag and switched it on. Beep beep. 3 new messages. And one was from Chase!

“Hey Denise! I do know you. And no, you’re not ‘too late’ (whatever that means). I too have a couple of loose ends to tie up as regards the Stay routine, and funny enough, you’re the only person that has asked to rehearse with me. Meet me at Bolero studios the day after tomorrow at 6:30pm and let’s see watchyu got. (Let me know if this time isn’t convenient for you. Also, let me know if you need directions) Ciao.”

Wow. I let out my breath. Didn’t even realize I was holding it in. I’m going to actually rehearse. With Chase. I screamed! Sheesh Denise! I totally forgot it was almost 2 am. Kai! Who knew how many of the neighbors I’d woken up. Oh well, they can like to indulge the happiest girl in the estate. I mean, its not every night I get to scream like this (Hold that thought. Forever. Thanks. Moving on.)

Fast forward, to the present.

I watched as the dancers executed the moves, synchronizing with one another and with the soft music in the background. I think it was Hillsong’s Aftermath playing, can’t really recall. I looked at my watch. 6:15pm. I still had 15 minutes, so I quietly backed into one corner and continued to watch them.

…Yes, I agree. The workshop lasts for 3 days… Yes, I will be very involved… No, it can’t wait…. Yes… First week of September is fine. I’ll be in touch. Thank you ma’am.”

Chase emerged from what appeared to be an office. As soon as I saw him, I started playing with my phone. As he concluded the phone call, he walked up to me. I looked up. There was the gorgeous smile. I smiled back and said hello.

“Hey you. So sorry” he said while pointing towards the very busy dancers, “but Tj  had to postpone his dance-class this afternoon. I totally forgot it would clash with our arrangement until about an hour ago.”

I later gathered that Tj was Chase’s best friend/mentor and together, they ran the studio.

“This isn’t a major class though and in about 30 minutes, they’ll be done. Can we start by 7 pm? Or do you have a curfew?” There, that smile again. The way he made everything feel…alright. *sigh*

For some reason, words just took a little vacation on me at that point in time. I managed a shy smile and a nod.

He looked at me with feigned misunderstanding and an arched eyebrow, “Nod as in, you do have a curfew, or nod as in 7 pm is fine?”

I chuckled. “7 pm is fine.” Thank God, the words were back.

“Would you like some water while you wait?”

“Yes, please.”

He disappeared into his office and was back with a glass of water.

I thanked him.

As he left, he pointed to the far left end of the dance hall, “In case you need it, the bathroom is that way.”

So thoughtful. I thanked him again.

I resumed playing with my phone. The dancers had just finished their prep routine, and had begun ‘falling into formation’.

Then someone else stepped out of the office into the dance hall.

Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. || Holy. Mary. Mother. Of. All. Things. Sacred. || Sweet. Baby. Jesus. || Someone. Slay. Me. Now.

“Hey guys, chop,chop, let’s get to it.”

He walked to the  back of the room and inserted a CD in the deck.

“We know the routine. Tim, Haley, Janette. You go first. Amber, Peter, you join up in the second verse.  Let’s make this quick. And neat. I want fluidity. I want to see your lines and I want energy.”

A lot was happening and through all of it, all I could think was “…And I thought Chase was hot.”

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Hahahaaaa… I am amazed at the turn of events. Honestly, after Part 1, I didn’t even plan to bring in any other major character besides Chase. I totally made Tj up halfway into this 2nd part, about 30 minutes ago. Hey, don’t give me that look! I wanna see how this ends as much as you do. 😉

Until next time (and I really hope its not too far in the future),

Jenn.

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