In its grip

I'm oddly nervous about teaching dance class tomorrow. The fear keeps buzzing around in my head--that I won't have enough material to take up the time allotted. This is an old fear that I used to obsess about when I first started teaching (which is funny, because I've always felt like I don't have enough time to teach what I want to cover with the kids). I'd been telling myself all week that I'd plan my class tonight. That I'd turn the music on and plan warm up, plies, tendus, developes, across the floor, and combination. Now I'm thinking that I'll just use stuff from my Shiva Rea Yoga DVD for warm up and stuff from my summer class for the rest.

But I still want to plan some movement phrases for the new piece. I picked one of Reid's songs to choreograph to. I hope my director will approve it. I guess I'll play with that tomorrow afternoon. She called me today and then abruptedly had to hang up because she was putting her daughter in the car. She forgot to call me back, I guess, and I took a 30 minute nap that turned into 2 hours (it had me in its grip!).

The other fear is that I won't have any ideas. That my phrases won't come out being interesting or enjoyable. It's my usual fiction-writing fear. I guess we'll see what happens.