Let Me Dance!..
Posted on Jan 10th, 2008
by
Zet White
It was a documentary about famous dancers of USSR that I stumbled upon on TV. I don't watch the box, but my mother had it on and I couldn't pass by... That ballerina was dancing so beautifully!
As I write my emotions rise to the surface and leak through into my eyes. My skin is flooded with shivers, waves of energy pass through me. Music begins to play in my head. Classical, waltz. My soul gets ready to dance...
Drama without words! Such skill it is, such magical art, to be able to convey the story, thoughts, emotions, through dance! Ballet... No, they don't dance. Just like Tai-Chi masters don't just "move". They fly. They float. They sing through their body. Every movement of their hands, legs, the mimics of their face, the evergy in their movements - it's impossible to describe... You have to see it, to feel it. And even more, you have to dance on the stage yourself. At least once. Even in an empty theater.
I used to dance before. Ballet, narional slavic dances, later latin-american dances. I loved the expressiveness and vitality this gave me. It is hard work, a lot of training and practice, but the reward... It's not just the physical well-being, though that comes "by default". It's the Stage. The Stage is a different world that you enter through the portal of the curtains. But when you go there as a dancer, this world is especially magical. Let me tell you what I remember.
I remember the thrill. First, you fear, you're anxious. The butterflies in your belly, the curtains that separate you from them, the people, the audience, the light. Then the music starts and you're out, and you think about the work, about the movements, about the sequence... But then, you start to Dance! The fire fills you, the thrill empowers you, the silent hunger of the audience's glance brings out the daredevil in you - and you begin to show them your art! You create! You feel every move, lose the sense of time and place; you are in another world now - the Stage. And then, there's the last move, the last burst of emotion, and...
Light. I remember the lights in my face... The silent breaths of hundreds of people in the audience. This tiny second before the applause my heart was shouting "Here! Take all of me! This is all for you!!!" This feeling is so hard to describe, and time has passed since. But I remember the lights in my face. And the appause. And the feeling of very special, magical happiness.
But I don't want to dance for the applause. I want to dance so I can be in that world again, the world of the Stage. And let my soul Create through my body. I can feel it right now, here in my heart, whispering passionately to me... "Let me Dance!.."
As I write my emotions rise to the surface and leak through into my eyes. My skin is flooded with shivers, waves of energy pass through me. Music begins to play in my head. Classical, waltz. My soul gets ready to dance...
Drama without words! Such skill it is, such magical art, to be able to convey the story, thoughts, emotions, through dance! Ballet... No, they don't dance. Just like Tai-Chi masters don't just "move". They fly. They float. They sing through their body. Every movement of their hands, legs, the mimics of their face, the evergy in their movements - it's impossible to describe... You have to see it, to feel it. And even more, you have to dance on the stage yourself. At least once. Even in an empty theater.
I used to dance before. Ballet, narional slavic dances, later latin-american dances. I loved the expressiveness and vitality this gave me. It is hard work, a lot of training and practice, but the reward... It's not just the physical well-being, though that comes "by default". It's the Stage. The Stage is a different world that you enter through the portal of the curtains. But when you go there as a dancer, this world is especially magical. Let me tell you what I remember.
I remember the thrill. First, you fear, you're anxious. The butterflies in your belly, the curtains that separate you from them, the people, the audience, the light. Then the music starts and you're out, and you think about the work, about the movements, about the sequence... But then, you start to Dance! The fire fills you, the thrill empowers you, the silent hunger of the audience's glance brings out the daredevil in you - and you begin to show them your art! You create! You feel every move, lose the sense of time and place; you are in another world now - the Stage. And then, there's the last move, the last burst of emotion, and...
Light. I remember the lights in my face... The silent breaths of hundreds of people in the audience. This tiny second before the applause my heart was shouting "Here! Take all of me! This is all for you!!!" This feeling is so hard to describe, and time has passed since. But I remember the lights in my face. And the appause. And the feeling of very special, magical happiness.
But I don't want to dance for the applause. I want to dance so I can be in that world again, the world of the Stage. And let my soul Create through my body. I can feel it right now, here in my heart, whispering passionately to me... "Let me Dance!.."

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