I work at our local Persian restaurant on Friday nights. I was very excited when they opened, because I had just learned bandari, and I thought I was going to have the opportunity to expand my belly dance and Middle Eastern dance performance catalogue. Well, three years later, I'm still mostly dancing to Arabic pop. Why, you ask? Well, for starters, every time I bring bandari up to Mark, he vehemently states in his half German- half Farsi accent that he doesn't want me to. He doesn't like it. He likes that I do classical Persian dance...but it's definitely not appropriate for the restaurant. So I continue with raqs sharqi. Though lately I've been all obsessed with expanding my old-school American Cabaret style- you know, with floorwork and a veil routine, and a sword. All while playing zills and in a flowy chiffon skirt and jewel-encrusted bedlah.
However, the quarters are tight, and most of my costumes are the narrow-skirt Egyptian style. Great until you want to the splits or a Turkish crawl. Alas, I must admit that I also just want a new costume. I need a new costume. I've been making a lovely all-white one, but haven't quite finished it. I think it shall be debuted next week at the AV Fair performance, when I have a stage to dance however I like!
Maybe I throw in some bandari.