Upon arriving nearly an hour before class today, I crept around the studio in search of an empty space in which to get some much-needed practice. Saturday I’m meeting with Rina to show her my solo … (*cue music of doom*)
Until now, I’ve been doing all my rehearsing in my living room, which isn’t so great. Luckily I was able to find (not rent) an empty room in which to walk through part of my dance. Unfortunately it was a room in which flamenco shoes are not allowed. Still, the wide open floor and large mirrors stirred my focus and inspiration and I was able to work out a few kinks in my letra. Later this week I’ll pay to stomp on the floor like a good girl. But for tonight, the quiet, barefoot steps of a studio squatter were just fine.
Married to the Dance 