[Shakespeare] Every woman loves a bad boy, and I’m not talking about the current real-life Bad Boy of the Ballroom, Maks Chmerkovskiy. I’m talking more of the delicious, sweep you off your feet whether you want it or not, temptation personified, too hard to resist multi-faceted bad boy that is Tristan MacManus. So you are probably wanting to know if we are watching the same show because you probably believe that there is no way we could possibly put the words Tristan MacManus and bad boy into the same sentence. That’s what you think. Here’s just one more reason why we love him.
Since I first laid my peepers, uh, I mean, baby blues, on what is now commonly referred to among our hallowed grounds as “the bad boy photo”, I knew I was going to have to write something about it. As SWAT and I tossed around ideas for the next blog topic, I kept looking at our last one (those lips, in case you forgot). Then it hit me. Let’s talk about how Tristan embraced his inner bad boy and knocked us all for a loop many times this season.
Not that he’s bad. He’s not. He’s perfect. Really. But in the scheme of things, we all like to fantasize about that bad boy sweeping in on his Harley and whisking us away. Our favorite bad boy crept in a few times this season, and whoa baby, those were some moments to remember. That same bad boy from TBBP (the bad boy photo) showed up later that day in the Rumba wearing the least likely color any hot bad boy would choose – magenta. But holy moly, he wore it well while doing the perfect characterization: the flirtatious strut past Carrie Ann, a bit of joie de vivre, the arrogant swagger, the subtle movements of his hips, the defiant tilt of the chin, the “I don’t give a damn if you like me or not” attitude, and the “this is my woman, so don’t mess with me” smirk. So Tristan, go right ahead and embrace your inner James Dean. He. Is. Hot.
Then there’s that whole sexy bad boy that was a little less obvious but just as naughty and commanding who appeared in Cobra Starship’s “You Make Me Feel.” In our first Tristan sighting, Kym stands behind him, seemingly in control. It didn’t take long for His Naughtiness to get up out of that chair and take over, following that up with move after move of sharp, sexy precision that was oh so bad. And oh so good. His aura and take charge demeanor screamed “I am a Bad Boy, now what are ya gonna do about it? And what are ya gonna do with me?” He pulled, he seduced, he mesmerized, and every single one of us wanted to be Kym at that very moment.
Excuse me while I pause a moment to hyperventilate. Take it away, SWAT.
[SWAT] As Tristan embraces his inner James Dean and charms us with a perfect combination of angst and dangerously wicked good looks, we know he just might break our hearts, but we don't care; it’s all about the adventure. Shakespeare's bad boys showed us the rebel who is in complete control all the time, and he had the ladies wrapped around his little finger. You know he's bad, but you just can’t stop yourself from falling in love. Or lust. Whatever.
My two Tristan-enhanced bad boys aren’t of the James Dean variety, but these charmers are frighteningly cool, confident, classic, and calculated...oh....and lethal to matters of the heart.
First, we have the unlikely character from Broadway Week's Group Dance – the hunk that Shakespeare and I call ‘The Madame's Bad Boy Customer’. Remember him? The atypical bad boy persona. In this performance, Tristan ended up being the showcase of the male pros, and he brought us that perfect blend of boyish charm and manly swagger (or as Shakes calls it – ‘he-man swagger’). He could have had any woman he wanted in that line-up, but our Bad Boy wanted something more tangible – experience. Enter the Madame who is positioned at the head of the line. Our Bad Boy Customer confidently saunters up, centers his eyes on the Madame, slides his arm around her neck, and with a sexy all-knowing grin, slips away with his prize. He's going to be a happy customer.
Bring on my next Tristan Bad Boy persona; he's sleek, he's romantic, he might sweep you off your feet, but is capable of killing you where you stand. Yes ladies, I'm talking about our very own Tango Bad Boy or Tristan/007. He's into martinis, tango head whips, seducing women with his velvety smooth charm, and has an affinity for a lady in fish net stockings. He's lethal and seductive, and he knows just how to woo our Naughty Lady of Shady Lane. Sure, she's been around the lane a few times and has broken a dozen hearts (forget that whole nine days old crap), but Tango Bad Boy will not be outdone; no woman ever resists for long.
After that little trip into bad boy fantasy-land, it’s back to reality.
It is actually kind of wonderful that our sweet Tristan can transform himself into the multi-dimensional bad boy when choreography requires it, and that, my friends, is the sign of a true artist. Others should watch and learn from the master.