The weeks preceding a show (or multiple shows) are very special to a dancer. It is typically when we start questioning our mental sanity. Life simply gets a little out of hand. We begin to loose touch with reality, or go crazy, however you want to look at it. Well I am currently in this season but, instead of acknowledging this as a season of insanity, I like to pretend it is simply my life...hardcore.
Rehearsal schedules doubled in size. Last night, after having spent the entire day in the city for classes, I was on my way back into Manhattan for another rehearsal around 6ish. I couldn't help but notice how nicely dressed everyone heading into the city was. Oh, I guess I forgot it was a Friday night. I left Joffrey, after a 6 or 7 hour day, at 9:30 pm only to return today for another 6 hours, and will be back Sunday for another 2 hours. Hardcore Weekend Schedule?
There is also a stomach thing, and a cold thing floating around the program. Yet, no one stays home to prevent the spread of illness thus, Joffrey has become a human Petri dish. No one can really blame them, missing rehearsal could be even worse than your fever. Nothing beats sitting next to your friend in rehearsal when she quietly excuses herself to go vomit as you try to remember choreography with a fever and pounding headache. Hardcore? or just stupid? ehh most likely stupid but let's say hardcore for the sake of my blog.
Thursday in class, a friend of mine stepped on my left hand while we were dancing. The left hand with my engagement ring that is. We soon discovered that my ring had slit his toe and my finger. Sure, this story has nothing to do with being stressed for the upcoming shows, but I felt pretty hardcore cleaning the human flesh off of my engagement ring.
Our favorite eating establishment Bagel Buffet was recently shut down. It was the only place near the studio that we could afford to eat at during our breaks. I am wondering how long I can survive on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and $1 pizza. Hardcore diet?
I have been having a hard time falling asleep at night because I am trying to remember all the choreography in my head. I close my eyes and try to make the dancers disappear, then have to reposition myself so I can breathe out of my nose. Nyquil has become my new best friend. Hardcore sleeping habits? Hey... at least it requires me to sleep the full 8 hours.
At the end of our very long days, I can't even really complain. This is what we live for. Performances. We put ourselves through all of this just for a chance to be on stage, and it is completely worth it. Weeks of intense rehearsals and training for a few short minutes on a stage. It still sounds a little crazy, but it is not something that I can explain. Who knows, maybe we are crazy?
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