An Act of Desperation

[lilmissnever]

I'm not going to talk about my act because I don't have one. That's the problem. In March, I am performing at the Hubba Hubba Revue's goth-themed Deathguild anniversary show and I have nothing: no music, no costume, no choreography, no concept. To make matters worse, March is a scheduling nightmare for gym time. My East Bay gym has just sent out a notice that they will not be having any open gym on the weekends in the month of March and all of their open gyms time during the week are scheduled in the middle of the day, when I am at work. I suspect I will have to pay for a month of open gym at the Very Serious Circus School and sacrifice my precious weekend mornings to the ravenous aerial gods. I may even go so far as to take the advanced aerial conditioning class with the Terrible Russian Woman, since I've been suffering from dangerously a high self-esteem/maximum number of pull-ups ratio.

I have seven weeks until my next act and I have nothing. Nothing. I was handed this gig because the promoter thought I'd be inspired and I don't even have the kernel of an idea. Normally I start with a piece of music that I wouldn't mind hearing a thousand times, or a character I want to play, or a story I want to tell, but all I can think to do for the goth show is to put on a black leotard, pick out one of the Deathguild standards, and slink around on the tissu for four minutes. This is not the kind of act I like to watch and it's not the kind of act I like to perform.

These are dark days. If I do an act to Dead Stars, I may actually die of shame.