Heavy in Your Arms on repeat. Over and over again. In the subway, while walking home, before dance classes, between lessons. What obsession who me this don't think so. I want to get into the song. I've already started with the choreography. This will be the first dance out of the two routines in the production. It's all about pain, pain, pain, confusion, desperation, fear. Oh, and pain. The whole point of this is piece is to let the audience know what's going inside my character's head. I'll have a table as a prop. Oh, and i definitely want to crawl in the audience - in their feet, their laps. The more they hate and fear it, the more I love it. Pain isn't something that has boundaries - even the stage cannot own pain.
However, before being able to wrap my hands around the ankles of an audience member, I'll just have to practice in my living room - and hug legs of chairs and bump into the couch while attempting expressing pain through movement. Smooth
However, before being able to wrap my hands around the ankles of an audience member, I'll just have to practice in my living room - and hug legs of chairs and bump into the couch while attempting expressing pain through movement. Smooth
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