And so he thought...
As he emerged from the wings, his solo calling, he faced his Audience and danced. He danced whatever he wished, and whatever the Audience pleased. Sometimes these two aspects were in conflict, but other times they were in perfect harmony, and so he continued dancing, always aligning himself toward his Audience.
A break in the song. A different song playing, he had to improvise as he went, unsure of what to do, but having still to keep in time, to keep in rhythm with the music. It was a genre he had never heard before, but still he danced, sometimes with much confidence, but other times with much fear. Whatever it was, the music went on, the show went on, and he went on. He was not as concentrated on his Audience as much now, though - the sudden improvisation had caused him to focus more on his movements than on his Audience, but still he tried to keep everything together: the music, the timing, the feel, his emotions, and to look at his Audience.
A pas de deux! That he did not know was in the programme! "Play by ear," he told himself as he continued his supposed solo, doing his best to move with the new music. He was slowly adjusting to it, when suddenly, half of the pas de deux came up and interrupted his dance. No, wait - the other dancer was moving with him! Surprised, he attempted to continue his own dance, but realized that the other dancer was matching him, move for move, step for step, turn for turn. They came together and apart, in perfect harmony and in perfect sync, each somehow knowing what the other would do. However - something was different. He wasn't sure what; all he knew was that he was caught up in the magic of the music, moving, pushing, turning, his arms and legs co-ordinating in bursts of heavenly bliss.
But wait - the difference was somehow nagging at him. He looked down at his clothes - and realized that it was different from the one he had worn at the start. He could not recall a costume change - had there been one? He did not know. All he knew was that he was starting to tire. What was happening? He had never felt so exhausted before. Still, he continued; but the pas de deux was starting to become rough, as the other half of the original pair returned to claim the lost dancer. The pas de deux moved in and out, over and under, back and forth, until he found himself dancing his solo again. The music had gently wafted back to his original tune - but he found he could not dance as perfectly as before. The improvisations had broken his lines; he could not really remember his steps, and he improvised further to match the old music.
His Audience, he realized, was still sitting there - he'd forgotten! And so he tried to dance toward his Audience, with his new steps, trying desperately to evoke some pleasure in his Audience, but the stage lights had dimmed and he could barely see his Audience face to know if what he was doing was correct. But still, he had to dance and so he did, for his solo still wasn't over.
Then suddenly - another solo dancer? He was not sure, and so he attempted to match the other soloist's dance, but what he did not know was that that solo was the part of yet another pas de deux - and thankfully, he could quickly recall the dance steps he had abandoned. There was still a feeling he could not shake off, though - and then he remembered. His Audience! He looked out but could only see his Audience going dimmer and dimmer. Unsure of himself now, he contemplated. In all their rehearsals, he always had partners. Different ones, but with the same set of moves. Now, however, he questioned if the rehearsals he attended had been the right ones. No one had mentioned any change of music - or change of clothes for that matter - and he'd forgotten his Audience so many times now. He didn't know what to do, but still he danced. And danced. And danced...
... to his shadow.
***
So I'm going to Hendon tomorrow - wonder how that'd be like. Wonder who'd remember. But yeah. It's been a long day, so au revoir, dear readers.
As he emerged from the wings, his solo calling, he faced his Audience and danced. He danced whatever he wished, and whatever the Audience pleased. Sometimes these two aspects were in conflict, but other times they were in perfect harmony, and so he continued dancing, always aligning himself toward his Audience.
A break in the song. A different song playing, he had to improvise as he went, unsure of what to do, but having still to keep in time, to keep in rhythm with the music. It was a genre he had never heard before, but still he danced, sometimes with much confidence, but other times with much fear. Whatever it was, the music went on, the show went on, and he went on. He was not as concentrated on his Audience as much now, though - the sudden improvisation had caused him to focus more on his movements than on his Audience, but still he tried to keep everything together: the music, the timing, the feel, his emotions, and to look at his Audience.
A pas de deux! That he did not know was in the programme! "Play by ear," he told himself as he continued his supposed solo, doing his best to move with the new music. He was slowly adjusting to it, when suddenly, half of the pas de deux came up and interrupted his dance. No, wait - the other dancer was moving with him! Surprised, he attempted to continue his own dance, but realized that the other dancer was matching him, move for move, step for step, turn for turn. They came together and apart, in perfect harmony and in perfect sync, each somehow knowing what the other would do. However - something was different. He wasn't sure what; all he knew was that he was caught up in the magic of the music, moving, pushing, turning, his arms and legs co-ordinating in bursts of heavenly bliss.
But wait - the difference was somehow nagging at him. He looked down at his clothes - and realized that it was different from the one he had worn at the start. He could not recall a costume change - had there been one? He did not know. All he knew was that he was starting to tire. What was happening? He had never felt so exhausted before. Still, he continued; but the pas de deux was starting to become rough, as the other half of the original pair returned to claim the lost dancer. The pas de deux moved in and out, over and under, back and forth, until he found himself dancing his solo again. The music had gently wafted back to his original tune - but he found he could not dance as perfectly as before. The improvisations had broken his lines; he could not really remember his steps, and he improvised further to match the old music.
His Audience, he realized, was still sitting there - he'd forgotten! And so he tried to dance toward his Audience, with his new steps, trying desperately to evoke some pleasure in his Audience, but the stage lights had dimmed and he could barely see his Audience face to know if what he was doing was correct. But still, he had to dance and so he did, for his solo still wasn't over.
Then suddenly - another solo dancer? He was not sure, and so he attempted to match the other soloist's dance, but what he did not know was that that solo was the part of yet another pas de deux - and thankfully, he could quickly recall the dance steps he had abandoned. There was still a feeling he could not shake off, though - and then he remembered. His Audience! He looked out but could only see his Audience going dimmer and dimmer. Unsure of himself now, he contemplated. In all their rehearsals, he always had partners. Different ones, but with the same set of moves. Now, however, he questioned if the rehearsals he attended had been the right ones. No one had mentioned any change of music - or change of clothes for that matter - and he'd forgotten his Audience so many times now. He didn't know what to do, but still he danced. And danced. And danced...
... to his shadow.
***
So I'm going to Hendon tomorrow - wonder how that'd be like. Wonder who'd remember. But yeah. It's been a long day, so au revoir, dear readers.
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