Today, I tried something a little different.
A dance cover.
I'd been watching everyone having fun with dance videos, and it made me want to try one too.
If I was going to do it, I wanted to practice properly.
I wanted to make it cute.
And, if possible—
I wanted people to think,
"Aine can actually dance pretty well!"
That was the goal.
The filming location was our usual dance studio.
I set up my phone in front of the mirror, checked the angle, and made sure my whole body fit in the frame.
Then I fixed my hair, checked my outfit, and took one last look at the screen.
🩷 Aine: "Alright… today, I'm really going to dance properly!"
I said that to myself in the empty studio.
The dance I tried this time was for "Partner."
It looks cute and fun when you watch it.
But once you actually try it—
there's a lot going on.
Hands.
Feet.
Where to look.
Facial expressions.
You have to think about everything at the same time.
The first time I practiced it, I completely lost track of what I was doing.
🩷 Aine: "My hands go this way… wait, which foot!?"
It felt right when I practiced in front of the mirror.
Then the music started, and suddenly I forgot everything.
And when I focused too hard on remembering the choreography, my face became way too serious.
Instead of looking like I was doing a fun dance cover—
I looked like someone desperately trying to remember the next move.
🩷 Aine: "Smile… smile…!"
Reminding yourself to smile while dancing is harder than it sounds.
But after repeating it a few times, things slowly started to come together.
My hands and feet stopped fighting each other.
I started catching the rhythm better.
And every now and then, I'd look in the mirror and think—
🩷 Aine: "That one was actually pretty good."
So I tried again.
And again.
And, just to be safe—
one more time.
Before I knew it, I had practiced quite a lot.
That might be one of my bad habits.
Even when I've probably practiced enough, I keep thinking,
"Maybe one more time."
But if I'm going to film something, I want to do my best.
So after one final check of the choreography, it was time for the real take.
I pressed record on my phone.
Got into position.
Took a breath.
🩷 Aine: "Okay…!"
The moment the music started, I was a little nervous.
But the movements I had practiced were still in my body.
And somewhere along the way, instead of thinking about every single step, I started moving more naturally with the music.
…Probably.
I was concentrating so hard while filming that I honestly don't remember exactly what expression I was making.
But I do remember how relieved I felt when the song ended.
🩷 Aine: "I'm done…!"
Right after filming, I checked the video.
I watched it from beginning to end.
Then I got embarrassed.
Put my phone down.
And watched it again.
Watching yourself dance still feels a little strange.
I notice things like—
"I could've done this part better."
Or—
"Oh… that part actually went better than I thought."
The more I watch, the more little things I start noticing.
But this time—
I felt like it was good enough to post.
So.
I uploaded my dance cover to TikTok today.
If you've read this far—
did I actually dance properly?
Did all that practice pay off?
There's only one way to find out.
Check the TikTok and see for yourself♪
To Be Continued...