They called her back with the details of her dance audition. "It is for Susan Stroman, on Friday morning, please bring all your shoes," said the casting associate.
She gulped in her head, and replied:
"Ummm...could you just specify which shoes exactly you are referring to?" (please don't say pointe, please don't say pointe, oh no, please don't say tap, please don't say tap)...she mantraed...is that a word?
The casting associate answered: "Character Shoes, Jazz Shoes, and Tap Shoes."
She then asked: "What if I don't have tap shoes?"
The very nice casting associate said: "Then just bring a hard-sole shoe, and you can wear those. This is not he DANCER DANCER call."
She sighed: "Ok good."
Her mind raced. She could handle a SINGERS WHO MOVE WELL Dance Call, but tap dancing? gulp. She needed help. A Class! But from who? She didn't want to walk into the Broadway Dance Center with a hundred other SINGERS WHO MOVE WELL and try to make up for 15 years without tap in her life, in one hour....think think. She needed friends...friends who dance?
She called the ballet school where her daughter takes ballet on Wednesday afternoons and begged them to put together a private tap class for her, THAT night and the NEXT night. They graciously agreed and she went to her class.
Flaps, Shuffles, The Cincinatti, Cramp Rolls or are they called Crimp rolls?, Single Time Step, spins....she was dizzy for an entire hour after the class was over. But she danced. She TAP danced. And she will dance tomorrow morning...yes she will.