Fridays

I could live purely for Fridays. Giving everything you have, carving yourself empty, living the moment. Carpe fucking diem. On a Friday that's what I focus on. In my Friday's class, there's no time like the present. I've found a new love in lyrical jazz. My teacher (the best teacher I have ever had in anything I've ever done. Hands down, the absolute best) hasn't done lyrical jazz with us earlier, but now we're taking a whole new approach. The floor is becoming my best friend.

And ironically, that's what worries me. In the theater production I'm working on - the one I basically have my blog based on - I can't go around hugging the floor and finding comfort in it whenever I feel like it since the stage isn't elevated and, hey, the audience wouldn't be able to see shit. I guess vertical is the way to go. yay. Well, I'll think of it as an extra challenge.

I'm not too sure whether to start planning the finale routine when the first one isn't even finished. Sia's My Love will probably end up being the song in the end, and I'm thinking lyrical as the genre of my choreograph (...vertical lyrical. No, I'm not bitter). Unlike the first dance, this will partly be a duette. Unlike the first dance, this will be about letting go. So listen up audience, if you're planning on shedding a tear, this is probably the time to hold on to your hankies. No pressure on the choreographer.