It stared back at me from the glossy pages of the dance costume catalog–a gold lame and sequin-encrusted number with a fitted, bejeweled bodice. Its long sleeves and crystal-edged skirt would be the perfect backdrop (so said my tap dance teacher) for the accompanying feather boa, completing the ensemble.
He had selected the outfit for our two numbers in the upcoming recital. Since one was the big production song “Buenos Aires” from Evita, he had made a good choice. I just wasn’t so sure how I’d look in this get-up. And I still couldn’t believe that this class of adults actually would perform…in a recital. Aren’t recitals for kids and their camera-toting parents?