
How exciting was my Christmas Eve?

H and I rehearsed. We’ve been rehearsing for over a month now with the last few weeks the rehearsals being twice or three times a week.
With the amount of time we spend together and all the selfies we’ve taken, it’s a wonder that there has yet to be a rumor about us being lesbians. I guess the idea of girl on girl action doesn’t have the same scandalous ring when you’re dealing with a community that often promotes the idea of the dance of by women, for women, (with men explicitly excluded on occasion) …if the rumor ever starts I bet we’ll be cast a Sharon Stone-like ETHICALLY CORRUPT BIs! It’s a pity: both that our private life is the source of speculation and that if I have to be cast as a Sharon Stone type, white washes me out.
Hiromi and I are doing a duet (which I will write about later and a group number at the end of this year run by M. The group number involves M’s students and acrylic balls used for contact juggling. Integrating contact juggling and poi with belly dance vocabulary is one of M’s specialties. M’s students will perform artful isolations in seated positions while H and I are behind them dancing with our balls. H and I are starting to realize that we can dance…and we can do some very basic ball isolations...but that combining the two is rough. Contact juggling involves so much practice to get the muscle memory starting to set and to understand the range and limitations of your hand. You can’t fake it. Dancing while holding anything takes so much practice so that your focus doesn’t clump up in one part of your body…forgetting the other moving parts.
Improvisational dance is also a factor and it’s gone to show Hiromi and me that we have very different improvisational vocabulary and interpretation defaults.
And there is only one solution: Rehearse.
REHEARSE!!!
Find time and rehearse. Make videos and send them to each other when we can’t work together. MAKE TIME. We agreed to this. This performance is not a duet, it is a group, so we just have to plug away in our own time…and carve time to practice…so we can be a fluid part of Megu’s image. We can ask for help, if we have well thought-out questions and specific needs…and we have on the late-night Wednesday rehearsals… but other than that it is on us to excel.
It can be frustrating because it is out of our normal range of skills. When we hit a point where our brains start to grind to a halt, and we fixate on the difficulties without seeing a way through, that’s when we need to get silly for a while. We sing silly songs narrating what we’re doing with the ball (Whooooo will take my ball? Sooomeone one? It’s such a lovely ball…someone?” I pretend to seamlessly pull balls from my cleavage, my mouth, and more. My level of physical ball comedy is why >MY< balls have scars.
We rehearse something unconnected to the balls (like rompi rompi) forcing ourselves to integrate the balls into the movement to show our body and brains that there are movements beyond what we are limiting ourselves to. We laugh…and then we get back to the real rehearsal,
We could never do this in full group, because full group rehearsals are not in our own studio on our own time. We’d be selfish if we took their time to goof it out and get back on track. There is simply part of your autonomy and ego that needs to be set aside when it is time to work with others. You can’t indulge in all your rehearsal quirks. Twice as much needs to be set aside when you are the newest addition and an unknown factor. M knows us both as soloists who have a friendship and dance-related working relationship with each other but she’s never directed us before so we have to take direction. Her students know us as pros…so we have to be professional. That’s all there is to it.
Blowing off steam brings us back to what matters. We trust in M’s vision and her ability to visualize how the final shapes, props, and concepts will look on stage. She trusts my ability to create costumes that will work with but be separate from her students. We would not have agreed to this is we didn’t have faith in her. We wouldn’t have agreed to it if we didn’t have faith in ourselves to do whatever it takes to realize her idea.
So, we rehearse.