The
birthday weekend did not come to an end. Oh, the fun continued! On that day, I
had my first professional dance audition. This audition was for Diamond White,
a Top 5 contestant on X Factor, searching for young looking backup hip hop
dancers. I was scared out of mind. First of all, I wouldn’t call hip hop my
strongest style, but I am good at one it’s derivatives: jazz funk. When I
entered the room, I was terrified of the competition because there were some
amazing poppers, breakers and hip hop dancers. Then there were some that
shouldn’t have been there…
When we got to
learning choreography, I picked it up. Parts were choppy, but I was able to
follow along. Luckily, I had my butt handed to me for three years when I was in
high school by a lovely choreographer: Webster. This man pushed me and made me
learn three minutes worth of choreography within one hour and fifty minutes. So
learning a minute’s worth of choreography was a piece-of-cake…sort of… There
were some moves that were harder to execute than others, but I did fairly well
with rhythm. Near the end of audition, I started to die.
My idiotic self
forgot bring water in the one hundred degree weather; I was in that audition
for an hour and a half. So we danced and we were split into groups. I was
feeling pretty confident about the choreography. Then they told us to
freestyle. Kill. Me. Now. If there’s one thing I can’t do, it’s freestyle hip
hop. So I did what I did best: the splits, with some flourishing turns and such…Oh!
And being sexy! When we did the final round of auditions, I was put into the
group of dancers that were actually really good and I knew that I was doing
something right!
At the end of
auditions, they were impressed with my dancing.
Diamond: You did really well! How old are you?
Asian: Oh…I’m…22 hahaaa…
Diamond: What?! Oh my goodness you look so young! I thought
you were younger!
Diamond’s Aunt: Mm! I know! I couldn’t believe it! I saw
your age on the audition form and was like, “Uh uh! He is not!”
Diamond: Well, you look great.
I’m happy to say
that even if I don’t get opportunity to be her dancer, I can at least say later
on in life that I auditioned for a star…and she liked me. After the audition, I
drove home and Lux, Philly, Panda and myself all went to The Last Bookstore.
Now, this
bookstore was breathtaking. When you stepped inside, it felt so peaceful, calm,
and serene. The art was intriguing and we got to experience “The
Labyrinth”. What was interesting about
the set up was that it was an actual labyrinth and some of the structures were
held up by force! They still have shelves to stock and areas to complete, but
it’s a pretty amazing place. When we finished out grand exploration of the
amazing bookstore, we got hungry and decided to walk around ‘til we found a
restaurant that piqued our interest; it ended up being Blossom Restaurant.
This restaurant,
my friends, was one of the worst experiences I have had since moving here. The
service was bad, the food was so-so/the portions were ridiculous and the staff
members were laughable.
Service: The
moment we entered through the door, there was no happy greeting. Instead, we were
greeted by drones that did not function properly and were just reciting words.
When an order was incorrectly made, they didn’t make an attempt to offer the
food to us, rather, they told us they were taking it home for themselves. The
least they could have done was be a bit more sly about not giving us the food.
Food: The food
wasn’t all that amazing. It was tasty, but it wasn’t something I was dying to
go back and eat. On top of which, I didn’t understand why the portions were so
small! The portion was enough to feed a child, a first world child. Third world
children would have suffered starvation. The food was set in to be a taste; the
gimmick was to have people buy more. Let me tell you, this food was NOT cheap.
Prices were reasonable, but for the amount of food we received.
Staff: They just
didn’t seem like they wanted to be there. They just sounded like they hated
their jobs. I don’t care how tired you are or how pissed off at the world you
are. You are working in a customer service industry where the customer comes
before you. We all have problems, deal with it and face it on your own time. I
may sound crass, but I am saying this out of experience. Furthermore, they
never once came to check on us to see how our food was and the only reason why
we even had a refill on our water was because I was making fun of how we only
had one glass of water for the evening.
Asian: So…is this all the water we’re going to get?
Philly: Yup.
Asian: Awesome.
Less than a minute
later, a server comes by to refill our glasses.
Asian: Thank you.
Server: …
Philly: I guess they heard you.
Needless to say,
they did not receive a good tip from me. We have this theory that the reason
they didn’t come to us was because I had the Book of Mormon out on the table.
In my defense, I had nowhere to set it and if I did, I would have forgotten
about it. And no, readers, I am not Mormon. I just find religion to be a
fascinating thing and like to read theological material. It broadens my
perspective about how others may think.
It got a little
late and Lux couldn’t join us for karaoke bowling. So she went back home and we
decided to go to All Star Lanes. It was pitiful. The karaoke was located in the
bar, which meant that Panda wasn’t allowed in there because she was too young.
By months by the way! Boo. So we hung out there, hoping they wouldn’t check
IDs. Boy, were we wrong. When it got close to karaoke, this guy goes to a table
a booth away from us and says that he’s carding people. Immediately I told
Panda to scram and hideout in the bathroom. Instead, she decided to sit in a
chair in a dark corner of the already dark arcade room. This guy was on a
search. He literally went around the entire bar and in and out of it in search
for someone. We were pretty sure that he was after Panda. Well, Philly and I
rocked out our songs and were crowd favorites and left with Panda when we
finished. It was a very interesting evening… With that entire debacle behind
us, Panda and I prepped ourselves for the happiest place on earth: Disneyland.
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| I felt bad for asking Diamond to take picture with my sweaty self |
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| An example of the art |

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| All done by pressure |
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| Apparently the reason service was horrid |
| So small... |




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