There's a Fine, Fine Line...

So as a part of a dance troupe we are required (and this makes total sense) to have a solo we have choreographed ourselves. I have spent the last two months battling the ideas in my brain and struggling to find a song that meant something to me....I had a few songs running through my brain, but there was this nagging back there somewhere that kept pulling me back to a song from Avenue Q.

Yeah I know its a musical about inappropriate puppets. But let me tell you a little story. When I finished college I decided to take a trip to New York, my (now ex) boyfriend and I had just gotten back together and he came with me. It was (up until Paris this year) one of the best vacations I ever took. So one morning we were eating breakfast at Ellen's Stardust Diner where all the waiters are really struggling Broadway hopefuls (who would have guessed, right?) anyways we had a great waitress who sang this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTFI9sQdpGo. This should have been a tip off of what was to come for he and I as a couple. Oh well, we were both a little slow I guess.

Anyway, I have loved that song ever since, so with the encouragement of my dance girls I decided to tackle the song. I was trained in Musical Theater, and which in my school meant we must pick focal points, focus on the lyrics and the express the emotions through them...movement is somewhat secondary. So taking away the words and forcing movement through dance has been a struggle for me. Saturday I had a fight with the song, a bit of a breakdown, some wine, and some silence. On Sunday I choreographed. and it was good. (sorry I couldn't resist)

Sunday evening I performed what I had for my troupe, and I can't begin to explain how proud I felt of the piece even in it's incomplete, raw and awkward beginning because it is mine 100%. I feel like I won the first battle. Now I just need to get up the courage to perform it.