There was this big hype about Calvin holding dance class at the club Room Service in Manhattan. The idea sounded cute, but I didn't know how successful it would be with no mirrors and limited space to dance, but to my surprise it was truly the bomb! There were routines back to back, performances and a $200 cat walk competition. "The Kids" we out that night and workin' it! As I walked into the club I was greeted with a crowd of people shimmying toward me, vibrating their asses and giving me attitude, attitude that said, "Walk on through honey and take any position in here but mine because I am FIERCE!" Instantly I was jealous; I couldn't participate in the booty shaking action because the night prior, in Calvin's dance class, I called myself doing the Beyonce' head whip and pulled a muscle, I couldn't move my body and was forced to walk around like the tin man in The Wizard of Oz. Although I couldn't dance that night, I came to show my dance family support and be their audience, I was there to hoop and holler the way they do for me in dance class when I think I'm a professional on somebody's stage. The energy was high and the music was funky, exciting and blaring from the speakers. Soon came the cat walk competition and even though my body was stiff as a board, I managed to do my Naomi Campbell waddle, "walk across the room like Naomi Campbell..." As we all shouted for each other, you could see the shift of confidence in each person that was in the spotlight. Carlo, homeboy in the heels, stole the show and won the cash prize. There could only be one winner, but we all were winners that night. We were shameless, confident and above all, in the words on Ms. Jay, "FIERCE!"
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