Guest Writer - Daniel
As we slowly crept into the third week of block three, campus was ramping up and pushing past the mid-block slump, meaning it was that time of year again. Everyone was antsy with anticipation for CC’s hottest, hype-est, raunchiest event of the semester: Dance Workshop.
A highly reliable anonymous source revealed that in the days leading up to the performances, students were already predicting that “seats might be sticky” in Katheryn Mohrman Theatre. An insider at dress rehearsals who chose to remain anonymous even gave a prediction about a specific number, enthusiastically promising that “Shut up and drive will make you see God.” Was this prophecy fulfilled? We’ll leave that for you to ponder, though if you were in the audience I think you’ll easily know the answer to that. It was clear, though, that the campus was buzzing with excitement to be able to once again scream and cheer on their peers in what was sure to be a beautiful and highly tasteful showing.
However, alongside excited comments there seemed to be a controversy brewing. Whispers were passed around and rumors of the freedoms of previous Dance Workshops were told to bright-eyed freshmen. Something had changed. Could it be? Students were being forced to cover up? Alas, poor audience, it was true. The nips were not to be freed this year. Though it is unknown who put this rule into place, we will place vague hand-wavy blame on “the bureaucracy.” It’s always the bureaucracy.
Despite previous years allowing nothing but some well-placed tape up top, students were told this year that just a little more coverage was going to be necessary. But, the show must go on, always. This was not a setback for our highly professional student dancers who proved themselves able to be just as scandalous and sexy. Though many dancers got away with being quite scantily-clad, it was really the viewers who were pushing for the certain freedom of expression that had been taken away. When asked about the situation, one viewer stated, “Bring back the titties. You can quote me on that.” They were clearly quite emotional over what could have been.
Even on a frigid Thursday night, masses were seen making their way to Armstrong jittery with excitement. The lobby of Armstrong was packed over an hour before the show even began as students lined up in hopes of a front-row seat to the hottest show on campus. The theater filled with screams, wolf-whistles, and comments that if heard out of context would be highly inappropriate, as each group took the stage and left audience members awestruck. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights brought an electric energy to campus that left everyone yearning for more.
And, though it seemed to be over just as soon as it started, there are remnants of Dance Workshop spread about campus. The glitter strewn across numerous bathrooms, dressing rooms, and hallways (did you feel the rush?), the 2010s pop bangers that were danced to still running through everyone’s minds, the deeply thirsty comments on a certain anonymous app for days to follow. The uniquely CC tradition once again united students over a common love for wild, fun entertainment that may or may not have caused a few sexual awakenings. Dance Workshop, you’ve done it again and we can’t wait for your return next semester.