And these are the lives you love to lead

Silent grin. It's show week.

Waking up this week isn't entirely different from other weeks; our alarms go off and we begin to assess the state of our bodies before even opening an eye. What's this bruising? Hm, that's a little stiff. Crack crack crack. We mentally begin to think ahead as to what kind of warm ups we need to pack for today, which pair of pink tights will be the comfiest. Most of us roll out all too gracefully from under the covers and stretch, wishing today would hold a little more phrasing and a little less technical tendu. Show week, though, we get our wishes.

On show week class is extra important. It's a pre-warm up warm up. Yeah, dancers warm up before warming up. Freaks. What do you have today; how far off your leg are you, hows the placement for the pirouettes later, how's that nagging injury inflamed after 10 hours days in the theatre all weekend? During show week we know exactly what we're getting our bodies up and ready for. And there's sparks in our eyes while we do it. Tired sparks, but sparks.

I have notes from backstage that perhaps I'll think on later. I have to get to the studio early to warm up for the warm up that we have to warm us up for our warm up later on.



...Ricky.
"Everything I Ask For" by: The Maine