Showing posts with label recital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recital. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2016

'Oz' Recap


















Sweekkkcreekthuddthudthud 
Floor crackles and squeaks under my toes. 

Popping hips.
Clunking water.
Tossing pointe shoes.
Rolling neck. 
Grabbing out barres.

Plies
The very first combination of every class. 
'To bend' is the translation; and we have all bent to be here.
Concerts, sleepovers, dinners, and parties are being skipped. 
Homework is waiting for us.
Our phones are abandoned and our mouths are silent. 
We bend our knees together.

As the class continues, we work through each aspect of our bodies simincreaseing in speed.

"Allign your hips and rib cage!"
"Let go of the barre [in a balence] sometime today!"
"Elongate your spine"

We move from bare to center
The bares are moved back to the wall
Water is quickly chugged
And we continue. 

We continue to sweat and stretch.
Extending limbs,
We extend ourselves emotionally
Giving grace to the girl who, time-after-time, keeps crashing into someone else. 
Pouring our spare time into choreography, rehearsal videos, and making notes
Sewing pointe shoes
Costume fittings
Rehearsal after rehearsal after rehearsal. 
We extend.

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This show was a wonderful experience to be apart of. I learned more about dance and myself then I thought possible. Sweat poured out of my body, yet my heart was hydrated with joy of movement. 
The show was a blast. 
We made it through. (somehow)

I wrote my thank you cards and bought my gifts.
We said goodbye to beloved teachers- women who have grown me and challenged me in countless ways. I have been influenced and inspired, and I sit here all choked up thinking about them. 

And I stood at the barre after the show, feeling my sorreee muscles, I inhaled. 
I cracked my neck.
Clunked my pointe shoes. 
Ploped my water bottle down. 
And I realized that is, all of it, is home.

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

big eyes


Slamming out of the empty dressing room, late for tap because chemistry went late agian, I crashed into our executive directer.

"Elissa, you are such a celebrity," she said with a smile.
                                       "Oh?"
"All the little girls are so star struck by you. Ruby (her seven-year-old) is all 'I know her. She babysits for me.' You are so popular."

 I replied and rushed into tap, but her words ran over and over in my head.
when are they watching me
those little girls think you hung the moon
"...you're a celebrity..."
"...i know her.."

I remember being those girls so clearly. 
Watching and thinking about how big and cool the 'big girls' were.
Scared to death of them, but in absolute awe. 
And someday, I would be a big girl. 

i am the top level
i am dorothy, traveling to Oz
i carry the show
My whole dance life I've felt a certain degree of invisibility. 
Never quite good enough to leave the corpe. 
Not the most flexible, nor the owner of beautiful arches. 
I've worked and worked and worked, but never front and center. 
Always the corpe. 

A few trios and duets. 
Many times an understudy. 
But never the star.
Never the 'celebrity.' 


I'm a big girl. 
Am I someone they can see Jesus in?
Am I kind? 
Do I work hard?
Am I inclusive?
Do I treat all equally?
Have they heard me talk crap?
Have they watched me roll my eyes behind a classmates back?


Those little ones have big eyes. 
Big, big eyes. 
What are they seeing? 




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Monday, June 15, 2015

week 20- Dance Recital Checklist



With all the spring recitals going on, here is a quick checklist to help you stay organized!
  • Dance Costume(s)
  • Hair Piece(s)
  • Tights
  • Extra pair of tights
  • All dance shoes (plus extra pairs if you have them)
  • Deodorant 
  • Bobby pins
  • Hair bands
  • Hair spray
  • Thank you cards for teachers
  • Charged phone
  • Make-up
  • Clear nail polish (for runs in tights)
  • Needle and thread
  • Warm-up clothes
  • Book (or something else to keep you occupied while waiting)
  • Camera (optional)

    What are your recital must haves?

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Monday, May 25, 2015

What I'm Up Too....


This quote perfectly sums my current emotional state. I am completely overwhelmed with the sheer mass of things I need to do. 7 page science paper. Research paper. Final biology exam. Algebra. Let's not forget the never ending Algebra. Yay.

Oh yeah, and my six hour rehearsal tomorrow.

I am slightly panicked. A little irritable. And totally ready for summer break.

  Cancer is once again touching a dear family friend. Big sis is looking at collages. We got rid of our car seats yesterday.

 And in the midst of this panic, this feeling of overwhelm, I keep coming back to these verses:


"But I trust in you, Lord;    I say, “You are my God.”  My times are in your hands;
    deliver me from the hands of my enemies,    from those who pursue me.  Let your face shine on your servant;
    save me in your unfailing love. "-Psalm 31: 14-16

Q: Do you find it easier to trust God when you are feeling in control, or totally overwhelmed? 

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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Ballet, Tap, And All That Jazz!

 Dear Jayna,
How has life been? B-U-S-Y.
Why? Because our recital is N-E-X-T  W-E-E-K.
NEXT WEEK.
I am feeling very calm, because we have had our dances finished for a very long time and they are all ready cleaned up, and ready to go.  not really.

I am at the point where I am dreaming about every possible thing that could (and couldn't for that matter) happen, and trying to get ballet slippers washed, lost jazz shoes found, costumes together and hung up, lists of things to bring made, thank you cards and gifts being bought. Trying to get that in between classes, rehearsal, and a little thing called life:)

  My new pointe shoes!! Mirella Advanced.:)

                      Love,
                                    Elissa