Maybe it’s because I snuck out of my room to watch the Thriller video when it premiered on TV even though my parents told me I wasn’t allowed to watch it and then I bawled all night because I was so terrified. Michael Jackson with yellow eyes dancing in a horror movie within a horror movie within a horror movie. I mean. Come on. Vomit-inducing fear.
Maybe it’s because someone once told me I looked like Jennifer Garner, who once did the Thriller dance in a movie.
Maybe it’s because all the best flash mobs involve bridesmaids dancing like zombies.
It’s possibly because I love hip hop dancing about as much as I am horrible at it. Which is a lot.
Whatever the reason, it’s long been on my bucket list to learn the choreography to Thriller.
And dance it in a group.
This weekend I did it! Dressed as a zombie princess with my daughter, her friend, and yes, my chiropractor, I danced Thriller with 250 other people at the mall.
Our makeup wasn’t all that epic.
I smiled way too much because I could not help myself.
I was more jolly than creepy.
But I seriously had the time of my life.
Apparently every year, people all over the world gather in the name of charity to Thrill the World. They all learn the dance and then perform it together at the same exact time, setting a world record for something.
So Laylee and I headed to the Senior Center Saturday mornings in September and October and dialed up the YouTube in between times to learn the heck out of this dance. Every time the music starts up and we get ready to dance, I tear up. Because that’s what I do. Dance makes me emotional.
During the first class we both just kept looking at each other like, “What did we get ourselves into?” It was way harder than we thought it would be, especially considering half the people in the class were senior citizens and they were rocking it.
The second class was better. We were almost up to old people hip hop levels and by performance day we nailed it. Mostly. My goal for next year is to make it look a little more like dancing and learn how to move my head from side to side like they do in the music video.
I’ve rarely had more fun with my girl and despite the fact that I don’t actually like pouring fake blood on myself and dressing up as a gory brain-eating zombie, I’m willing to pay that price in order to dance like Michael Jackson for a world record and to help disadvantaged kids learn golf. I am that selfless.
You should join us next year. Or should I say, “Next year join us… or we will nom nom your gray matter!”?