rhythmflavoredsmoothie
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I recently have been struggling with emotion and expression in my dance, and the best thing for me to do is to write out my thoughts. What I’ve written is long, but I’d you took time to read it I would appreciate it so much.
Well; I don’t know why I’m doing this. I guess I think that writing this will give me some sort of magical epiphany and let me be some free bird who doesn’t give a crap about the world, but let’s see how this goes. Emotion. The one part of my dancing I just can’t seem to laughing handle at all. I’m getting a handle on technique, and bodily expression (at least without as much of a coach’s grimace) but emotion seems to be the one thing I hold back on. Obviously this is something that everyone struggles with and even takes years to be comfortable with, and I know I can’t speed it up in a matter of minutes or paragraphs or even novels but I can at least try to understand myself a bit more if I write it out.
When I practice alone, I feel like I can be myself. I’m alone, have no one to judge and can play as I feel I want to. That girl is something else, she is sensual, somewhat sexy, and plays with the audience (or my coffee table) well. She presents herself to her imaginary crowd and gives them the most fun performance to watch. She is expressive and responds to her partner, and makes him respond to her. She is everything I want to be, all the time.
Bur I can’t seem to let her see everyone else. The real crowd, the real people, the real partner. It’s like I keep that character in a cage that keeps her backed in a corner, scared. Sometimes she can reach an arm through the bars, but as soon as she does someone bites her hand.
It’s not even that I get bad reactions from my coaches or my friends or family, it’s that getting good reaction freaks me out. Being vulnerable and sensual or sexy or whatever I need to be is hard. That’s true for every dancer at some point. Whether it’s for those first few classes or even years everyone feels it. I’ve seen and received so much advice on it. Keep the emotion internal, don’t focus on the external. Emote at your partner, not to them. Pretend your partner is a chocolate bar, because apparently you can act sensually to a piece of chocolate. And some of it helps, and some is just too ridiculous to try and do.
I guess what I need to do is not act scared or nervous. I just need to act how I want, and realize it’s not going to hurt me but help me. I want my dancing to be expressive and I want to progress in it, and if I want to do that I shouldnt sabotage myself. Let the fire within the girl in the cage burn it down. Let it simmer until she can bust out and be who she is and show everyone. And maybe not all at once, bur let her slowly escape the metaphorical cage she’s in. She is raring to go, and I keep making the cage smaller and smaller. I dance for a reason, for the way it makes me feel. How the music just pulses through my heart and into my veins, and makes me MOVE! I also dance for everyone. To perform for people, one of my greatest passions. I want them to see the amazing connection between me and my partner but also have a connection with them that keeps them watching. To keep them laughing, smiling, or in love. If not to express myself, I express for the audience to enjoy. For them to have a chance to see my partner and is dancing.
I want to be able to give my partner the “yes, and” (if anyone understand theatre) and bounce off of his energy and intertwine ours. After all, it’s not all about me, it’s also about him, and I want to give him the best as well. And be able to look into his eyes, his sharp blue eyes that pierce through my soul gosh darnit!, and make me nervous. I want to strangle that nervosity, and overcome it. The shy, shameful feeling will not control me from now on. I will no longer submit to being scared, and just feel and do what my soul tells me instead of fighting it. It’s time for me to be a big girl and do big girl things. I want to be the best dancer I can, the best performer, the best partner, and overall, the best and most confident, comfortable me.
If you took the time to read this (if I post this), thank you, and I hope you can resonate with something, and please add your thoughts too.
Much love,
The girl who no longer wishes to be scared.
Well; I don’t know why I’m doing this. I guess I think that writing this will give me some sort of magical epiphany and let me be some free bird who doesn’t give a crap about the world, but let’s see how this goes. Emotion. The one part of my dancing I just can’t seem to laughing handle at all. I’m getting a handle on technique, and bodily expression (at least without as much of a coach’s grimace) but emotion seems to be the one thing I hold back on. Obviously this is something that everyone struggles with and even takes years to be comfortable with, and I know I can’t speed it up in a matter of minutes or paragraphs or even novels but I can at least try to understand myself a bit more if I write it out.
When I practice alone, I feel like I can be myself. I’m alone, have no one to judge and can play as I feel I want to. That girl is something else, she is sensual, somewhat sexy, and plays with the audience (or my coffee table) well. She presents herself to her imaginary crowd and gives them the most fun performance to watch. She is expressive and responds to her partner, and makes him respond to her. She is everything I want to be, all the time.
Bur I can’t seem to let her see everyone else. The real crowd, the real people, the real partner. It’s like I keep that character in a cage that keeps her backed in a corner, scared. Sometimes she can reach an arm through the bars, but as soon as she does someone bites her hand.
It’s not even that I get bad reactions from my coaches or my friends or family, it’s that getting good reaction freaks me out. Being vulnerable and sensual or sexy or whatever I need to be is hard. That’s true for every dancer at some point. Whether it’s for those first few classes or even years everyone feels it. I’ve seen and received so much advice on it. Keep the emotion internal, don’t focus on the external. Emote at your partner, not to them. Pretend your partner is a chocolate bar, because apparently you can act sensually to a piece of chocolate. And some of it helps, and some is just too ridiculous to try and do.
I guess what I need to do is not act scared or nervous. I just need to act how I want, and realize it’s not going to hurt me but help me. I want my dancing to be expressive and I want to progress in it, and if I want to do that I shouldnt sabotage myself. Let the fire within the girl in the cage burn it down. Let it simmer until she can bust out and be who she is and show everyone. And maybe not all at once, bur let her slowly escape the metaphorical cage she’s in. She is raring to go, and I keep making the cage smaller and smaller. I dance for a reason, for the way it makes me feel. How the music just pulses through my heart and into my veins, and makes me MOVE! I also dance for everyone. To perform for people, one of my greatest passions. I want them to see the amazing connection between me and my partner but also have a connection with them that keeps them watching. To keep them laughing, smiling, or in love. If not to express myself, I express for the audience to enjoy. For them to have a chance to see my partner and is dancing.
I want to be able to give my partner the “yes, and” (if anyone understand theatre) and bounce off of his energy and intertwine ours. After all, it’s not all about me, it’s also about him, and I want to give him the best as well. And be able to look into his eyes, his sharp blue eyes that pierce through my soul gosh darnit!, and make me nervous. I want to strangle that nervosity, and overcome it. The shy, shameful feeling will not control me from now on. I will no longer submit to being scared, and just feel and do what my soul tells me instead of fighting it. It’s time for me to be a big girl and do big girl things. I want to be the best dancer I can, the best performer, the best partner, and overall, the best and most confident, comfortable me.
If you took the time to read this (if I post this), thank you, and I hope you can resonate with something, and please add your thoughts too.
Much love,
The girl who no longer wishes to be scared.