Back in the early 90s, my mum thought it would be cute to enter me into casting for a local fashion show. The casting entailed walking around in time to music in an empty shop in the shopping centre, with what felt like the entire poppulation of our town watching on the other side of the entrance, whilst three casting people sat behind a desk and wrote notes.
Now, I was an extremely anxious child. I didn't answer the register for weeks after starting school since I was terrified of everyone looking at me. So, needless to say, this casting was not the ideal environment for me. I spent the whole song clinging to the back of my brother's grey sweatshirt (that is how vividly I remember this incident!) and trotting behind him, practically flattening myself against his back.
At the end of our part, my mum was called over by one of the casting judges. He had (obviously) noticed my nervousness and recommended that I start dance classes to boost my confidence. Aged 6, I started my first Latin American, ballroom and freestyle classes. I loved it! I wasn't very good (My greatest achievement was coming 3rd in the dance school presentation) but I lived for dancing. I carried on with the Latin American and freestyle until I was 15, when my dancing partner Sianie unceremoniously dumped me and I couldn't find another one. I still haven't forgiven her...
Anyway, I had to do a lot of shimmying in my dancing days and, these days, I have a lot more to shimmy. It's fun! Try it!