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Will Tampa Bay Dancer be the next Tampa Bay Modeling?
By C. A. Passinault
The following is an article about the next big thing, Tampa Bay Dancer, and includes a deeply personal story about an experience which would later inspire the creation of the Tampa Bay Dancer career resource site for professional dancers in the Tampa Bay market.

Will Tampa Bay Dancer be the next Tampa Bay Modeling?
Article Index

01. Dancers are the new model
02. The mis perception of dancing in Tampa Bay
03. The dancer in my soul, and the tragedy which became an inspiration for Tampa Bay Dancer
04. She wanted to be a part of my career, as well as the princess in my life
05. Fallen Angel - Accepting what was not to be as a dancer loses her dream
06. A hot modeling shoot, and the beginning of the end of us
07. Compromise - Believing what you want to as my ex asks me to DJ her wedding! Also, why I came to hate con artists and scams.
08. Tampa Bay Dancer - How the past inspires the future

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The dancer in my soul, and the tragedy which became an inspiration for Tampa Bay Dancer

The following is a true story, and it is a personal tragedy for me. It’s a part of who I am, too, as we are all the sum of our experiences. Although I am not a professional dancer, I am passionate about it as a performing art, and it does tie in with many facets of my career. Therefor, I am dedicated to the cause. Like most of you, too, I do like to dance, and it helped me get through some trying times in my life. I also have a long history around professional dancers, choreographers, and dance studios. In my heart, I, too, am a dancer.
I was in love with a woman a long time ago who was one of the most talented dancers who I have ever known. I could play her a song, and she could come up with an original, awesome dance routine to that song. She had a future in dance. Through the years, I was inspired by her, and came to respect dance as a performing art by working with her and working with a local dance studio which her family owned.
She was my soul mate, and we were connected in more ways than I could describe. As a young underground DJ, I made a lot of programs, and she was one of my biggest fans. She listened to everything of mine that she could get her hands on. She was my inspiration. We were also both very young.
Well, this woman, after about eight years, lost her way. She started hanging out with the wrong people, and, not really sure who she was to begin with, was easily influenced. She had also fallen on hard times, and was becoming erratic in her behavior. I remember the horror one day when she revealed to me that she had been to a club where a less respectable form of dancing was done, where she could make a lot of money. She told me that she thought that it was “awesome”, and I calmly responded by telling her that she was coming off like she had been to the city dump and had been admiring the garbage. This was the first stage of what was to come, as she was so insecure about herself, and her career, that she was open to compromise. A few days after that, she became one of those so-called “dancers”. Of course, we got into a huge fight over it, and I told her that, with her talent and her education in the performing arts, that such work was beneath her, and that she was not only selling herself short and undermining her professional dance career with what she had decided to do, but that she was fast on her way to selling herself, her career, and even me, out.
I had many issues with this, and one of the largest ones at the time was that I had already contracted her to perform one of her dance routines at a theme event that one of my DJ’s and I had put together in North Tampa. The event was locked in and scheduled for Saturday, January 31, 1998, and my business partner and I had no way of getting another dancer at the last minute, which was around the time that I found out about her new job. Her new job directly conflicted with what I was doing, which was family-friendly entertainment, and I was not at all happy about her stupidity and inconsideration. Of course, I had to tell the client what was going on, because most of the guests were from the client’s church group. The client told me that the dancer performing at her event would be fine as long as she kept the routine family-friendly.
So, the day of the event came. My dancer friend wanted me to meet her at the Brandon Town Center mall. So, we met there.
I was apprehensive about leaving a ton of event equipment in a van as I went inside. I eyed the clock. We had to get there, set up, run through her routine, and prepare to start.
Well, she wanted to have lunch. Then, she wanted to go through the stores at the mall. She started picking out all of this tacky, skimpy clothing, including some ugly polyester and plastic French maid outfit at Spencers which was meant to be used as some couple’s gag outfit; it looked like it would be extremely uncomfortable, and would have probably fell apart in the laundry (I couldn’t believe that her tastes were that tacky! What was she thinking- that she was going to wear it at my party? I wouldn’t be surprised). I told her that we didn’t have time for this, and that we had to get going.
Well, the time came to leave, but she insisted on driving her own car and following me to the event venue. With all of the traffic, and our limited time, I thought that this was odd. She insisted on taking her own car, though, and wouldn’t budge on that.
So, we made our way out of the mall in separate vehicles. The traffic was really bad, and it took three cycles of the red light for us to crawl out of the mall (this was a over a decade before they installed a red light camera there, too). Upon exiting the mall onto Highway 60, turning toward Interstate 75's on-ramp, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and I was horrified to see her make a U-Turn back into the mall!
I said a few choice words, pulled onto the side of the road and waited. I waited some more. Ten minutes later, her car emerged from the mall again, and she pulled in behind me.
I got out and asked her what was going on. She told me that she drove back into the mall because she thought that she had seen a friend of her’s named “D” (a guy which I later found out that she had shacked up with and was sleeping with. From what her sister told me, there were a lot of guys. A LOT of guys, as well as some girls. What an idiot. Thank God that I never did anything unprotected with her, as I certainly did not want to pay for her mistakes and catch something. To date, I’m clean, and am thankful for that). I told her again that we had to get going. So, we began our long drive to North Tampa.

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PUBLISHED 05/03/11

UPDATED 05/03/11

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