JUDGE DREADFUL…NOT!
Surprise, surprise! I was invited by a friend to (gasp!) judge a dance competition among her students in Humanities.
I was loathe to accept her invite, as I don’t dance very well myself (read: two left feet!) but she sounded desperate and really needed help, so for friendship’s sake (I could almost hear her singing Dionne Warwick) I nodded. This was actually a first and I was afraid I’d be a dreadful judge and disappoint her. Not that I don’t appreciate dancing, I know how to critique a dance and I’m familiar with those dance categories. I know good dancing when I see it. Well, I learn tips and absorb the criticisms thrown by the 'real' judges when I watch some dancing shows on TV. Just, really, the dance floor is not my stage.
My fellow judges were younger and dancers themselves. It turned out, we more less, jibed with our judging - no pun intended. And tallying our scores based on the criteria, we all agreed with the results and the winners: the High School Musical-type of ballroom and pop dance won third; the groovy and funky hip-hop group won second; and the first was the group that presented a modern folk dance with twists of combined Tinikling, Pandanggo sa Ilaw and Palayok, to the tune of “…be careful what you wish for ‘cause you just might get it!” It had good concept, good choreograph and precise execution.
I had a real good time.