Okay, Just One More
… Before I take a break.
Performance went pretty well tonight.
On the other hand, about half the stage stabbed me in the butt.
I had to change out of my shorts after “Lean On Me,” because OMG:
The corresponding hole in my shorts, happily, doesn’t align with anything that might be considered obscene.
As D observed, “That’s why you should only dance on marley.”
…Our at least run a Giant Splinter Check with something other than your butt.
Posted on 2016/12/10, in balllet, modern, performances, work and tagged my butt tho, ouch, splinters, suffering for art etc. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Oh my god – such a stage combined with the usual show tights that are nothing more than a breeze of nothing – ouch.
These ones, fortunately, were fairly sturdy (and cheap). I probably would have cried if I’d skewered my Actual Ballet Tights—less because I probably would’ve been stabbed much more effectively than because they’re ridiculously expensive! (Fortunately, the piece other piece, which called for my dove-grey Legit Ballet Tights, didn’t involve floorwork.)
Come to think of it, it could’ve been much worse. The splinters got me in a clothed body part, when the costume for this piece was little dance shorts and a t-shirt, and a third of the choreography involves rolling and/or sliding on the ground. I’m happy that I didn’t skewer myself in the calf or something like that!