Losing my hair

Tender tonight

Despite and because of the parts I disliked, this was my favourite The Next Wave. The highs were very high, in part because people I know have got so much better. Some don't know. Some don't care.

I think a dancer like Aiting is taken for granted.

Lynette rocked my soul. She was virtuosic. Clement rocked my bones. He inspired me beyond, also dashed me to tears. My Monday dilemma is no longer. I will try.

I've explained so many times that I've forgot my reasons. I don't want to get jaded, defensive, offensive, cold, bitter, trod, blinded, numbed, insincere, rude.

I hope the churning and the idiocy are limited to this warped lunatic night.

I was relieved after five hours of choreography and three hours of rehearsal today, then realized there is half the song left.

Unison

I was watching Jessica and Magdalene from behind, half hiding so the camera won't catch me with one sock on, half peeking because oh - my - god. It reminded me of Jessica and Tina at one of the first classes. They were the same texture, the same feeling. With Jess and Mag, it was like watching two superheroes with distinct superpowers, simultaneously identical and different. They danced in perfect unison also, but Mag, amazingly, somehow injected bits of her style while staying faithful to Jessica's fluidity and overall interpretation. Mag would have moments of hardness, and moments when she sits squarely on the music, while Jessica prefers the delayed response. But the moments are never out of place. The perfect example of giving your own flavour without consuming and mutilating the original choreography - was it skilful compromise on Mag's part, or the happenstance of two compatible dancers?