October 4th, 2013
The Perks of Being a Hula Dancer
I wake up finding myself in a Japanese hotel room along with my hula sister, Kiana. Luggage on the ground, clothes spread everywhere, and to top it off is the smell of hairspray. Our kumu brought us to Japan to perform in a couple of Valentine’s Day Concerts. Even though we were only staying there for 6 days, we made a mess so big that I could barely walk around the small hotel room.
Today is the day, leaving Japan to return back to my home. I dreaded this day since the start of this entire trip. The day to go back home to screaming little brothers, and an uptight single mother. I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to go home. That is all I could think of while we were cleaning up the room and gathering all of our belongings.
“Hey, are you ready to go back home?” Kiana asked, tauntingly. She knew how much I didn’t to go back to that rock we call home. Even though we stayed in Japan for a little less than a week, we had so much fun with our other hula sisters. We made so much memories that we’ll never forget. Who would want to leave that and return home? That’s right, nobody.
After we double checked the hotel room, making sure we didn’t forget anything, we left to meet the rest of our halau and our kumu. Kiana and I found them in the lobby, and sad to say, we were the last to arrive. Dragging our heavy luggages, we started to walk to the train station that would take us to the airport. The airport is where we expected to go, but Kumu had something in store for us.
The 2 mile walk took us about half an hour to get to the train station. This particular train station was flooded with Japanese people. All I could hear was people speaking Japanese and the trains, some flashed by and other stopping to board more passengers. Kumu Kau’i, the one that brought us here, only spoke a little Japanese. Fortunately, we found someone who knew both English and Japanese that...