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.
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