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I remember watching ning play some weeks ago and thinking, this is a dance. so it delights me when I tell him that I feel stiff, or sometimes I try not to practice with a mirror, and have to let go of what feels like it's Supposed To Be, and he says, me too. or when he asks if I am ready and admits that he is nervous because he hasn't practiced in a while, or likes to close his eyes when he plays, and I say, me too. and it is very weird isn't it this whole thing where this frenchman named after a frenchman with an indian woman's name emails me with the subject Improvisation and we find ourselves in a once abandoned villa in the middle of the forest, eyes shut and sweat dripping.
Then, it was too weird for me not to agree immediately. because this is how all the most wonderful and ridiculous things happen, I always only remember afterwards that it is also probably how I will die when someone murders me in a deserted cabin or wtv
But then things happened and i sat in a comically painted living room, feeling somewhat like my clothes were inadequate covers for the nakedness of the night before, completely unsure of what the emotion wrenching my gut was. this is new: I find myself unable to cry
And think: I need to dance, I need to go back
Another thing I was told here: switch off your head for a while and use your body brain.
Then, it was too weird for me not to agree immediately. because this is how all the most wonderful and ridiculous things happen, I always only remember afterwards that it is also probably how I will die when someone murders me in a deserted cabin or wtv
But then things happened and i sat in a comically painted living room, feeling somewhat like my clothes were inadequate covers for the nakedness of the night before, completely unsure of what the emotion wrenching my gut was. this is new: I find myself unable to cry
And think: I need to dance, I need to go back
Another thing I was told here: switch off your head for a while and use your body brain.