I am covered in bruises. I am covered in scabs. I am sore. I am tired. But I am so, so close. I feel like Elevated Art is the biggest show of my life up to this point. Big audience, big names onstage and in the crowd, big deal.
Ron has been working tirelessly on a big remodeling project for our house. We now have an almost completely re-done living room with laminate floors, freshly painted walls and doors, and my brand new 45 mm pole right in the middle of it! He surprised me by putting it up before I got home from teaching Art of Sensual Movement last week. It’s been wonderful to rehearse at home; I like that I can imagine a move and then immediately test to see if it works.
But, back to EA. I have been working on this routine so, so hard, but I feel like I’m hitting a wall. Choreography has just not been coming together or falling smoothly into place like it normally does. I thought that by now I’d just be polishing it all up, but I’m still revising and changing things.
I was rehearsing at the studio Monday night when Christine came in to prepare for her St. Patrick’s Day class. Her cute green socks and headband put me in a cheerier mood than I’d been in previously. As I worked the routine, I watched her run around the room, climb the poles, and attach little green bags full of chocolate coins to the ceiling tiles so that her students could earn a sweet treat for climbing to the top.
As I watched, I started to lighten up a little bit. I didn’t hit all my tricks in my final run-through, but I did ask Christine’s opinion on a trick to replace. She made some suggestions, and it sort of opened up my eyes to all of the blank spots in my choreography. The rest of the puzzle fell into place, and before I knew it, I had the entire song choreographed. Have I run it all the way through yet? Naturally…no. But I’m finally to the place where I feel it’s going to happen, that it’s realistic, and that it’s…gulp…good. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
So, thank you Christine. I have always found choreography to be best as a solitary affair, but I’ve now realized that sometimes the opinion of a friend can make all the difference in the world.