(Not So) Thoroughly Modern Monday
Modern class this morning was interesting.
I was a complete space cadet, having failed to take both allergy meds and Adderall, and having also slept for a loooong time.
Nonetheless, I did a reasonable job getting combinations into my body and responding to corrections.
At least, I did up until Part B of the left side of the final combination when somehow, inexplicably, it dawned on me that I was on the wrong leg. I felt a little exclamation point appear above my head, then threw in a little changement to switch legs, and just went on. After, Modern T was like: “Asher! On the left side, use the left leg!”
We all got a laugh out of that. I sorted out on the repeat.
I missed my choreography session with B because Denis needed to go to the doctor, so I did M. BeastMode’s Monday night class.
I should seriously do this class more often. It was really good — especially the big dance-y parts at the end.
Having begun my journey back into dance as a Ballet Squid, I now find that my arms generally know what to do with themselves. This is a fine thing. It allows me to think about other details, like rocking the épaulement.
I generally bag no trouble remembering combinations tonight, though I didn’t nail the final one 100% on the left (for one, though, it was because I added something that wasn’t really there).
There was also one enormous and effortless saut-de-chat, which was awesome. SdC and grand jeté have been my nemeses this year: I’ve been working through that gap between how high they were and how high they could be and trying to get out of my own way, but it hasn’t really come together until tonight.
Anyway, it was a good class and a good night and I’m glad that I went.
Tomorrow will be cleaning and mixed apparatus day.
If things keep going this will, l’m going to write a letter requesting that we change the name of this month from “May” to “Can.”