How To Give Up On Your Dreams – I Hope Meg Chizek Doesn’t

How To Give Up On Your Dreams – I Hope Meg Chizek Doesn’t
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I had my reservations about going to see Meg Chizek one woman show at the Greenwich Theatre, London. Would I be able to relate? I’m a 50-year-old fat man who is more concerned with going to bed early and Megs story is about a young woman who’s trying to make it big in New York as a dancer.
Could I really relate to someone whose definition of success was to become a Radio City Rockkete?
You bet’ya I could!

Meg Chizek tells her own deeply personal; but important story of how ‘giving up’ is not the same as ‘quitting”. The tragic and comic tale is all the more tragic and funny when performed in Ms Chizeks black sequined tassel leotard and pristine dancer hair. A tragedy in sequins, if you will…

It all starts with a quirk of fate when Meg’s Mum signs her up for dance class instead of Basket Ball. From there we see through the medium of dance and comedy how the flickering shiny thing that is show business could sweep a small girl of her feet and become an obsession that must be fulfilled at any cost. We see the ruthless coughing dragon of a dance teacher bought to life and then run over a young girls sensibilities who just wants to dance. We see the torturous rounds of auditions where casting directors and dance captains gobble up rows and rows of keen young dancers like human chewing gum only to be spat out again and be cut in an instant with a devastating “Thank you, that is all”. Each “cut” and rejection from an audition hurts more than the last and the tyranny of grotesque caricatures becomes increasingly absurd; and with young Megs pain the bigger the laughs.

FIVE!
SIX! 
SEVEN!
EIGHT
LEFT!
JUMP BALL CHANGE!
BREAK!
DOWN!
‘U’!
PASS IT AROUND!
SIX!
ARCH!
BALL CHANGE! 
TILT!
STEP! 
LEG!
AND UP!
BALL CHANGE! 
CLOSE!

“Thank You, that will be all”
(Quite sobbing off stage…)

Spoiler alert: 

Meg gets what she wants; she gets to dance in front of an audience. However, Meg has an existential crises and asks: “Is this what I want to do in my life? Does this make me happy? Like a punch in the face the answer is a staggering “NO”. Meg gets what she wants but realises that the shiny flickering thing that she wanted as a child isn’t what she wants to do as a woman.  


This is a life lesson that I wish I had of seen 30 years ago. This one-Woman show should be on the curriculum of career lessons in college. On the face of it, “quitting” and “giving up” may be synonymous but “quitting” is what you do when something is too hard. And to be clear: “giving up” is what you do when you realise you don’t want to do it anymore because it makes you miserable. I personally spent years of my life pursuing dreams that only made me miserable and each time I gave up I thought I was a no-good quitter. What I should of asked was: Does this make me happy? 


Well…  Meg Chizek’s one woman show made me happy and it made me laugh. If only my own Mother hadn’t of bribed me when I was 7 years old with a Belgian bun to quit my tap dancing lessons because it was too far a walk after school. If only I had of never quit because I wanted a Belgian bun; I could have been a world famous tap dancer now, instead I’m happy telling terrible jokes to my kids and telling Dad jokes to my customers in our little costume shop. 


I won’t spoil the end by telling you what Meg did next, but I will tell you that you can see her compare her comedy stand up show “The Cats Meow” in New York and host Jellicle comedy at E’s bar on the UWS New York.

See Megs website for dates in New York and London: https://www.megchizek.com

By Andre Tyndall
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