I thought I knew how to walk. I knew that I was supposed to sway my hips and place my feet in a straight line. However a little sass goes a long way so I would always try to tone it down. Except now I am studying to be on stage – where everything needs to be big. On Sunday, I had my second White Hall lesson with the fantastic Tanisha for a yet-to-be-determined drag performance. I already know the words I want to sing, but I need more than a voice. I need a full face and body performance. First, there is the side step: “step, drag, step, drag”. Supposedly dragging one’s toe is sexy. Then there is the “Beyonce” supermodel walk: “step, swing, kick, step, swing, kick”. I don’t think my hips were designed for this much freedom, it feels more like a chicken strut. Somehow while the legs and hips are going crazy, the upper body has to stay still. When I stop walking and pose on the beat, feet together. I had planned all these elaborate hand gestures, but I am realizing that I will need to simplify things to prevent cognitive overload.
Finally I have to give good face. With all the singing, walking, and pointing, I keep forgetting to smile. I have always been self-conscious about my smile, so I end up looking very stoic. I am not the only one who does this, most supermodels look sad. Maybe they are hungry, or they are too focused on the smize. But a true smile is always the the sexiest expression, though Tanisha’s duck lips aren’t bad either.