Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Yesterday, and Today
rh, I'll give you a hint....you should have read his play by now.
Also, I'm going to call you on Saturday, because there is absolutely no way I can address all your points in my present communications dilemma. It's overwhelming. Prepare a list of all that we need to talk about. Seriously.
So, yesterday, I had a not so great rehearsal. Just very much a beginning of the process rehearsal. Sticky, and difficult, and too a good bit out of me. And I was frustrated, but at the end of the day, I went home and felt better. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell were making me feel better.
And today was awesome. A fantastic class, and a fantastic rehearsal. I started getting the emotional part of the "Paradiso" section, and it has an amazing effect on my dancing.
...
Then we started doing lifts. And it is painfully obvious that I am not strong enough. Not at all. Definitely not. I felt very hopeless, and I nearly burst out crying several times. Of course, that would be no good, because I could have it waaaay worse. One of the other dancers broke her foot today. Or maybe she did something else. She could walk on it, but it cracked pretty loudly when she was coming down from a lift. She was going to the hospital.
Anyway, I felt very hopeless, because I couldn't get anything right. And it was a thing. Like "Matthew needs to strengthen himself, because he can't do a blessed thing". It was just a good hit to my ego, and I also don't trust myself all that much, and I feel like I'm putting my partner in jepoardy by lifting her. It's awful.
Jay wants me to go to the gym and then a yoga class with him on Sunday. Lordy. I'm going to be dead. But at least I'll be hot.
"Pert tits and a tight butt just so you can plunge down a crack in the earth with confidence."
Also, I'm going to call you on Saturday, because there is absolutely no way I can address all your points in my present communications dilemma. It's overwhelming. Prepare a list of all that we need to talk about. Seriously.
So, yesterday, I had a not so great rehearsal. Just very much a beginning of the process rehearsal. Sticky, and difficult, and too a good bit out of me. And I was frustrated, but at the end of the day, I went home and felt better. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell were making me feel better.
And today was awesome. A fantastic class, and a fantastic rehearsal. I started getting the emotional part of the "Paradiso" section, and it has an amazing effect on my dancing.
...
Then we started doing lifts. And it is painfully obvious that I am not strong enough. Not at all. Definitely not. I felt very hopeless, and I nearly burst out crying several times. Of course, that would be no good, because I could have it waaaay worse. One of the other dancers broke her foot today. Or maybe she did something else. She could walk on it, but it cracked pretty loudly when she was coming down from a lift. She was going to the hospital.
Anyway, I felt very hopeless, because I couldn't get anything right. And it was a thing. Like "Matthew needs to strengthen himself, because he can't do a blessed thing". It was just a good hit to my ego, and I also don't trust myself all that much, and I feel like I'm putting my partner in jepoardy by lifting her. It's awful.
Jay wants me to go to the gym and then a yoga class with him on Sunday. Lordy. I'm going to be dead. But at least I'll be hot.
"Pert tits and a tight butt just so you can plunge down a crack in the earth with confidence."
// posted by MSR @ 5:27 PM 
