Saturday, August 02, 2008
Having horrible withdrawal symptoms now, that Dance FOA has ended.
A week of nothing. Not a care about our work. A break from our insane IB lives. Just to dance away, to sweat it, to get scolded, to tire and hurt and love it because our peformance is getting better, just to be with friends for a whole week, not caring about other things.
And the day itself was nothing short of magical. The excitement, nervousness, uncertainty, emotion, great frienship, human touch, and the passion of the whole club. The peformance that went totally clock work, went perfect, went naturally, went with so much hype, so much expression, so much emotion.
The after-production, with the congratulations and touch of friends, of fellow dancers, the support of people was just tear worthy. The afterparty, which is too illegal to mention, just ended everything with a huge bang.
and everything ended like that.
the hardest part is waking up the next morning and knowing its all over.
