When we circled up to do our prayer before curtain on Saturday, I realized that the last time we had all done this was before we took the stage at the Miller a half of a year ago. It would be the first time I was on a stage since I was in California. I was beyond elated to be on a stage again, but sad that it had been so long.
It's been tough for the performing arts here in Houston-- the city had the hurricane damage to deal with on top of the economic crisis. Oh, and Wayne Dolcefino's "report" did not help, either. You're a douchebag, Wayne Dolcefino. Nobody likes you. Go away. There, I said it.
On the other hand, my students have been performing up a storm with three performances under their belts already and a few more coming. Yes, the kiddos are getting more work than the rest of us right now. It's sad for us, but good for them-- and because hey, SOMEBODY'S dancing (and dancing well, I might add, but maybe I'm a little biased).
But things are finally turning. The beloved contemporary ballet Company is back in action, having danced a great show Saturday and with two gigs coming up in December-- plus my own ensemble has a small show, not to mention the kiddos and I have The Nutcracker at the end of the month. We're dancing. It feels all right. More than all right, actually; but I couldn't resist the cheesy Center Stage reference. WHAT? Don't give me that look.
On the other hand, I'm looking forward to the end of this week and the little break it will provide. I didn't expect to need it, but I do. I'm exhausted. I'm going to muscle through today and tomorrow with my racoon eyes and a monster cup of coffee in hand, then kick back and relax for a few days. And you know what, I've said it before and I'll say it again-- there's something strangely satisfying about carrying your body through long days of dancing even when you're tired. Somewhere in there, the adrenaline just takes over and you do what you need to do. It feels just a little superhuman. And to me, that's pretty cool.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do my dance thing. And check it out, I'm more than two-thirds of the way through NaBloPoMo! Go me!
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You lived like a Roman?
How does that work?
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