Afraid to Fly, Afraid of Falling

I'm contemplating going to my first dance class in a very long time. I keep watching YouTube video after video of choreographers that inspire me to move; I freestyle when no one's watching or when I'm drunk and not feeling embarrassed. And yet I haven't touched an official dance class since Shaun Evaristo in 2006. I can only remember falling behind and completely screwing up the routine, and I'm afraid it'll happen again.

It's not like I haven't gotten better. I've danced with a team for two and a half years and even did my own choreography. I freestyle and study beats and rhythm. But I am scared shitless for the intermediate class tomorrow. It's with Jay Chris Moore, and I'm not sure I'm versed well enough in isolation to keep up. We'll see.

I know that if I want to be better, I have to take a chance and be willing to the dunce for a little while. But God knows I'm afraid of looking like a tool.