Saturday, March 04, 2006

When I dance they call me Macarena


Diana Samuels

When you walk into the Louis Room, it seems at first like an average dance, complete with strobe lights and the low tones of “Suavamente.” But the girls aren’t wearing heels, and none of the guys are looking to score afterwards. The dancers’ outfits would be more appropriate for, well, a marathon – they’ve got numbers hanging around their necks, and most are wearing tennis shoes and athletic shorts.

Dancers are packed tight at the front of the room. A big screen shows video footage of dancers bathed in blue, green and red lights. The Emcees “TnA,” Medill sophomore Todd Johnson and Communication sophomore Adam Welton, pump up the crowd from the stage in front, as the dancers take breaks every few songs. At the back, there’s some room to breathe, a health station, red and yellow jugs of water with plastic cups, and a table where dancers have left bottles of Gatorade and rations of Power Bars.

Six hours in, the dancers are still moving, though maybe not with the same energy they began with, and still cheering at the first beats of popular songs. The “Macarena” got a particularly enthusiastic reception. Nobody had to stumble through those dance moves – apparently those Junior High dances were part of some very formative years. Hands out, flip your hands, shoulders, head, hips and shake…

Photo by Chris Danzig

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