Belly Dancing…Dangerous?

TopMy twenty year career as a Middle Eastern belly dancer was fun and exciting, but who would have thought it could be dangerous? In the Bible Belt, no less? A version of the following story first appeared in Lelia Taylor’s Buried Under Books Blog over a year ago, but I recently was asked to tell it again.

Part of my job as a belly dancer was to help people celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, farewells, get wells, office parties, etc., in what was called a belly gram. You know, instead of sending balloons or flowers, people hired me to dance a ten-minute routine as a surprise for their guest of honor on his or her special occasion. In the account below I have changed the names to protect the “guilty.”

One day, my friend, Tom, a sergeant in the nearby Air National Guard, called and asked me to dance for Captain Sanders, head of security. The plan was Tom would smuggle me on base in his van, hide me in the clinic, and then he’d call and report a break-in. When Captain Sanders arrived to check it out, we’d all jump out and surprise him. I was told the base commander was in on it, so I agreed.

That day at the clinic, Tom led me into a room where folding screens were set up to hide me and my boom box, the beverages, and the cake. Co-workers helped move gurneys aside to provide an open space for me to dance and then they took their places hiding in an adjacent office.

While Tom walkie-talkied Captain Sanders, I warmed up my fingers, did body stretches and concealed myself. Within a few minutes, I could hear a commotion down the hall. Voices and footfalls were coming closer. Hurriedly jamming my fingers into the elastic bands of my finger cymbals, I awaited my cue to come merrily out of my hiding place –– hips in action.

Captain Sanders, accompanied by an indeterminate few who were all talking at once, was apparently conducting a systematic search in case the “perpetrator” was still present. As I strained to hear the conversation, I saw a disembodied hand slide through the edge of the fabric screen next to me and punch the start button on my stereo. I hadn’t expected the hand just then and as I was muffling a yelp, my music started. Swallowing my heart, I took a big breath, put on my most alluring smile, wrenched aside the screen, and propelled myself forward with cymbals madly clattering to the lively Arabic tune.

The next thing I knew, I was skidding to a dead stop. My field of vision was reduced solely to the big black muzzle of a rifle, four inches away, aimed at a spot directly between my eyes. When I could think again, I figured my expression was probably much like the one displayed by my opponent holding the rifle. We both stood frozen, like ice sculptures, mouths gaping open. He had on green battle fatigues that, oddly enough, matched the color of his face, and probably mine, too.

I don’t remember who broke the spell first, but I discovered the saying, “your life flashes before your eyes when you think you’re going to die,” wasn’t a myth. I became aware my fingers had restarted clicking the cymbals. It was probably a nervous reaction, but we’ll say it was my…um…professionalism kicking in. Anyway, the sound of music and cymbals brought everyone out of their hiding places and Captain Sanders, rifle and all, was whisked away to his sultan’s chair to star in his role as victim…er…Guest of Honor.

Surprisingly, my routine went better than usual. There’s something to be said for adrenaline, and Captain Sanders actually got up and danced with me to the accompaniment of tambourines I’d given some of the audience members. We ended in a “ta-da” pose to explosive applause. Well, that may not be the best choice of words, but I think you get my drift.

I had cake in my mouth when Captain Sanders apologized profusely for pointing his weapon at me. Can you believe, when I finally managed to get the cake down my throat, I actually told him it was okay? I said I was just glad he or his gun hadn’t had a hair trigger.

Word spread and my apparent bravery “in the line of duty” earned me an abundance of dance jobs for various military events after that. Who’d ‘a thunk it?

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20 responses to “Belly Dancing…Dangerous?

  1. Joan Trometter

    Great story, Sis! I remember you tell my family and I that story a few years ago. It was really nice to read it in story form. Good job, Sis!

  2. Joan Trometter

    correction, telling

  3. Thanks so much, Joanie. I can still remember the feeling of my heart in my throat!!

  4. What a wonderful and adventurous career, guns and all! I think about you occasionally as I try to restructure my life, and I wonder . . . belly dancing? But somehow it doesn’t seem as exotic for a woman tottering past middle age as it does for someone in her youth.

    • Oh, you’d be surprised, Pat. I also taught at Auburn University and my students were all ages. Interestingly enough, the older ones were overall more confident, graceful, and generally more creative than the younger ones. The beauty in dancing, like many art forms, comes from within. Perhaps you may like to try it.

      • I’ll add it to my list of things to check out, along with Tai Chi.

      • Not only did I add it to my list, I’m actually taking lessons!

        • Are you taking Tai Chi or belly dancing, or both? Which ever, have fun!!!

        • Both for a while, but belly dancing right now.

        • Good for you, Pat! I hope you are enjoying the belly dancing.

        • I was surprised to find that dancing makes me happy, and I never thought I’d be happy again. Of course, since I’ve never danced before, I didn’t know the powerful effect it can have on one’s emotions

          The dance we’re learning is more of a country dance (or so she said). I’ve never been one for doing things as a group, so it’s been a good experience on many levels. Surprising, the dancing is the only thing I’ve done in the past three and a half years that brings me moments of happiness. I never thought I’d be happy at anything again.

        • Wow, Pat! I’m so happy for you!!! I’m also so proud of you for trying something new and discovering feelings of joy you didn’t think were possible. Bravo!!! Some of my students told me the same thing and I’m so happy to hear it again!!! Yeaaaaaaaay!!!!!

        • I think part of it is the challenge of learning something new, and learning in a different way. I’ve always been more cerebral than physical, but I’m seeing the cerebrality of dancing, which makes the whole thing fascinating. It’s you (and this blog post) who got me thinking about dance as a possiblity, so I was primed when I found a close by dance studio. Thank you.

      • Pat, you have touched my heart in such a rewarding way! I thank YOU! Maybe others will find your experience inspiring, as well. Enjoy!

  5. Frances Bush

    WOW !!! What an awesome story. It could be a bit scary. I know that would have scared me half to death. You did good like you always did and still do. You just always did have a way of charming their boots off. Many of my friends that were always at my parties are still talking about good you performed and they ask me if I have heard from and wants to know how you are doing and when I have heard from you. You are a Lady that will always be remembered.

    • Thank you so much, Frances, for your kind words. You always had such fun parties! I enjoyed dancing for them all through the years!! Your guests were great!! They participated so willingly! Thank you for hiring me again and again!!!

  6. Cynthia

    I wish I had been a fly on the wall when that happened. Been at many of your beautiful dance presentations though which you always handled with the highest realm of professionalism! Just Beautiful and Still Just as Beautiful Inside and Out! Love You!

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