Ceroc, Dancing

Dancing! On a school night?

Must leave on time, not let work us delay,
Quick shower, fresh clothes, then we’ll be on our way.
Maybe make time for some crackers with cheese,
Rush from the door, grabbing dance shoes and keys.

Some journeys are long, destinations quite far,
After a work day, we’ll just rest in the car.
Take time for ourselves, watch our energies soar,
For when we hear music, we’re straight to the floor.

Pulsing and rhythmic, we cannot resist,
Friends we see each week, and some we have missed.
Blood, now is pumping, to learn we are ready,
Beginners and newbies, some can feel unsteady.

Class, normal format, a welcome routine,
Rows of new faces, to learn they are keen.
Moves broken down into steps, made so easy,
Danced to the rhythm of tunes, not so cheesy.

Pump of the music, adds flair to the strut,
Arms adding style to the movement of foot.
A wiggle, a roll or a tilt of the head,
Tuning the movements which smoothly are led.

Varied our dance nights, and rarely just one,
Weeknights a-plenty, just can’t be outdone.
Where else can you enjoy a school-night out, such fun,
For less than the cost of a burger and bun?

Shaking our booty or dancing in hold,
Mentally keeping us from e’er growing old.
Strengthen the core, posture long through the spine,
Fitness over fifty will surely be mine.

Dreadful, we feel, if a week we must miss,
For dancing promotes such a feeling of bliss.
Wouldnt be without it, life no longer would rock,
Such a huge family, our friends from Ceroc!

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Ceroc, Dancing

Ceroc at The Carnegie Room, Thetford

It’s not often I feel the need to write about a standard Ceroc class – I covered the format  of classes in general in earlier posts on my pages dedicated to Ceroc, which you can find here Rhythm – Ceroc

However, while the country has been experiencing a heatwave over the past six to eight weeks, Ceroc in general has been suffering a bit of a drought of its own. Dancing uses up plenty of energy, causes plenty of sweat and increases your overall body temperature – plenty! So, faced with the choice of whether to dance or whether to sit on the patio soaking up the last of the evening’s sun with that second glass of Prosecco, some dancers have naturally opted for the latter. You really can’t blame them for wanting to enjoy the sun. After all, we see so little of it in Great Britain that its a craving we need to satisfy whenever we have the chance.

But fellow Ceroc dancers, and prospective new beginners, I think we have seen enough of those harmful rays now and the excitement of getting an actual suntan without leaving the country has dwindled into normality and it is time for normal service to resume. That is not to say that normal service has not continued. Ceroc Fusion have continued to offer classes to those die-hard dancers who want to sweat it out on the dance floor whatever the weather – yes, they make it to classes through rain, hail, snow, ice and (more recently) heatwaves. Its just that numbers may have been a little lower than usual, combined with the standard holiday season of course.

Many of the Ceroc Fusion venues offer air conditioning, some are only able to offer fans but copious numbers of them are drafted (see what I did there?) in for the warmer evenings, and what better way to actually cool down than to dance in the chill of a welcome air-conditioned venue? Either way, the staff do their utmost to help the dancers to remain cool. Recently, the franchise owner of Ceroc Fusion, Anna, has been offering iced lollies and slices of cooling watermelon after the intermediate class, to refresh the dancers who are heading into the remainder of the evening’s freestyle. Needless to say, there are very few leftovers at the end of the evening.

I digress. I wanted to talk about a particular evening, yesterday evening in fact, at the Carnegie Room in Thetford which is in the county of Norfolk but its expanse of forest straddles the border and into Suffolk. The air conditioning had been switched on early. On entry to the hall we were greeted with a refreshingly cool, albeit gentle, blast of air. Per the above, and the return of the heat after a short thunderous break, nobody knew whether to expect thirty or sixty dancers but all were prepared to enjoy, whatever the turnout.

Thetford hall(1)

Following a recent discussion about the introduction of new members, last night at Thetford introduced the trial of member-led introductory leaflets. Ceroc information and event leaflets are, without fail, on display on the front desks of Ceroc venues but this time, a small white sticker was added to the corner, upon which members were asked to write their membership number before handing a leaflet, or ten, to prospective  new members. Dancers were encouraged to do this because if a new member came along and handed the leaflet to the staff on the door, the dancer who had passed on the leaflet would be entitled to a free night of dancing. This would be added to the system whether or not that dancer was present when the new person joined. This would not impact on new member joining offers either, such as the ever-popular six lessons for the price of three if you sign up on your first night. Plenty of dancers took leaflets and it remains to be seen whether it is successful.

The dancers piled in last night. Tables soon filled and the lesson began as usual. Steve, the dancer teacher, noticed that everyone was bubbly and chatty in the lesson (which is always encouraged as dancers are getting to know other dancers) and there was a general good vibe around the hall. The intermediate lesson was fun, with one slightly challenging move in the middle, but the dancers embraced the challenge and lots of laughter could be heard around the hall as they were determined to master it. There was such a feel-good vibe around the room, it was infectious. The dance floor was kept full throughout the classes and freestyle and Steve played a selection of newer and older tracks to suit all tastes – which is never an easy task. With almost eighty dancers at the venue, it couldn’t have been easy to cater for all but, with dancers in all age ranges in attendance, he pulled it off seamlessly.

As always, he offered to allow intermediates to record us dancing the intermediate lesson moves when the lesson was finished, for their own learning and not to be shared publicly.

With such a happy, enjoyable evening, you just don’t want it to end but its great to know that when it does, there are classes all over our area on various nights of the week so the next night of dancing fun is never far away.

 

Ceroc, Dancing

Our first Ceroc lesson

I can remember the class but not the year, you do have to remember that I am heading for fifty next year so am allowed a little memory downtime! It was either 2007 or 2008 when my husband and I spotted a Ceroc busk being held in the Castle Mall shopping centre in the middle of Norwich. We headed over to find out what the music and crowd was all about and one leaflet, a quick chat and a few minutes spent watching the demonstrating dancers and we knew it was something we needed to give a try.

It was a few weeks before we had plucked up the courage to go along to a local class – I have nothing but admiration for those who step through the door alone. Knowing what I know now, I would have been fine on my own, but the thought was daunting. We headed off for a hall at the local John Innes Centre on a warm Wednesday night in September.

Firstly, we were greeted by the friendly lady on the door who briefly explained the format of the evening, handed us the membership forms to complete (a very short form each) and pointed us in the direction of some comfortable seating in which to sit and fill out said forms. That done, we handed back our forms, paid our entrance fee (although I think I remember a ‘first night free offer’ with the leaflet we had been handed at the busk) and our membership cards were filled in and handed to us complete with an information pack.

The venue was already filling up, this was feeling more and more daunting and my nerves were slowly breaking. One of the ‘taxi dancers’ came over and had a chat with us and explained that, despite my desire to stay with my husband all evening, we would learn far more if we joined the full class and danced with everyone. Fear gulped down, we did just that. For those of you who are not aware, a ‘taxi dancer’ is a fun name for the helpers who look out for the beginners for the first few weeks, helping them to practice their new moves and generally answering any questions.

I was wearing a pair of low heeled shoes but noticed most ladies seemed to bring along a pair of dance shoes. That could wait – we had to find out if we liked it first! The first 45 minutes of the evening was devoted to the beginner class which everyone took part in, not just the beginners – after all the beginners needed someone to dance with. We formed three rows along the length of the room (usually this is boy/girl pairings but some ladies do dance the lead as an alternative) and anyone without a partner waited at the side of the room forming an orderly queue – their time would come.

There was a good ratio of male to female dancers, approximately fifty dancers that night and the room was quite crowded and warm. Soon, the side doors were flung open and the air started to flow again. During the beginner lesson, three of the small number of basic beginner moves were taught – the same three are always taught on the same night across all venues – there is a strict schedule for this. A move called the ‘First Move’ was the first one to be demonstrated by Gemma, our teacher for the evening and I admit to thinking it was the whole routine. I would never remember how to do that, let alone two more. After a couple of walks through, the ladies were asked to move on four partners in the given direction, allowing the ladies waiting at the side to have a turn. One…two…three…four. Oh great! What were the odds of that happening? Face to face with my ex-boyfriend who, it appeared had been dancing sometime and could laud it up over me. He didn’t, thankfully, and we were civil if a little uncomfortable. The moves were comfortably broken down into stages and once I was shown that I didn’t have to grip on for dear life, digging my nails into my dance partners hands, almost drawing blood, I was to find the movement far easier.

By the end of the lesson, with three new moves under our belts which we could repeat over and over, we were able to dance a whole track. What a result. Obviously, I felt I knew better than my husband (actually he wasn’t even my husband and that time but he stuck it out with me despite my dance floor bossiness) and we had a few bickers. I often look at beginners doing the same now and can completely understand how they feel.

The lesson was made so much easier, because the experienced dancers were so kind and patient, and they offered much encouragement. Everyone must have remembered their first night as they were all lovely – well that is how I remember it! After the lesson ended, we were told there was a session of freestyle where you could dance with other dancers. Boy, did I cling on to my husband like a limpet. I was way too scared to dance with anyone else. I even followed him when he went to the toilet. Well, not INTO the room, but I hung about outside on the pretext of grabbing some air.

When the intermediate lesson was announced, the beginners were rounded up by the two taxi dancers who took us to a separate area and we walked through the moves one at a time over and over, learning them by rote. When the intermediate lesson was over we were able to go back into the main hall and join the others for freestyle until the evening ended. I was asked to dance by someone and the etiquette is to say ‘yes’ as much as possible, every time if you can. So, ‘yes, thanks’ was my response and we headed for the dance floor. This next part is almost unheard of now because most dancers follow the strict etiquette of not dancing intermediate moves with absolute beginners, but this man decided he wanted to show off with advanced moves and leaned me to the floor which had me squealing like a baby pig – I think he mistook it for delight. He is in the minority and most dancers are completely respectful of their partners and take the time to help them learn at their own pace. Some people, as in all walks of life, just don’t listen!

My husband and I both enjoyed some dances with others during the evening and after each dance, we met up on the side-lines to excitedly talk about each one. He was brave and quite happy to go and ask the dance teacher and experienced dancers for a dance. I, however, still cringe now at the fact that it took me years, yes years, to pluck up such courage. Now I don’t care who I ask as I know I can handle dancing with anybody, but it took me ages.

The recommended time for remaining in the beginner’s class is six weeks, or six lessons. Us? We stayed there for almost three months. We found it hard at first, but we didn’t give up! So much so that we are both now competent dancers and I demo with one of the teachers some nights and hubby is a taxi dancer himself. He was even put forward as a possible teacher but, having headed to the auditions which are extremely grueling, and being given feedback to work on various areas and re-audition in the future, our lives at present dictate that he cannot devote the time required to do so. It wasn’t an absolute ‘NO’ and he would have probably made a good teacher but, with three dance nights a week, two aging mothers and five grown-up children between us we have enough to occupy our time right now.

I didn’t feel physically tired after the first lesson – mentally I was shot to pieces; my feet ached a bit, but this was down to the choice of footwear. However, the next day, my back, hips and joints which I was previously unaware of ached quite a lot.

You get a lot for your money when you attend a Ceroc class. Its under £10 per night and you get two lessons and endless dancing while making so many new friends you do start to lose track of them all. Most people drink very little alcohol on a class night as it makes the moves harder to take in, so a few waters or soft drinks, water sometimes being free at venues, keeps the cost of the evening down, too.

Some random photos (below) of some of the fun we have during lessons and freestyles. As with everything in life, you have to be there to understand!