A (cyber)friend of mine, Calliani, challenged me to think of what I would want to be in an alleged next life. Well, I thought about it, and this is what conclusions I reached…I would like a to be a professional dancer and a choreographer, all this assuming of course that I would be talented enough to support myself by having an entertainer’s career..
It only takes one time on stage to get addicted to it. Once you’ve danced and then listened to the applause, no matter how young you are, that particular feeling will get stuck to the deepest side of your soul. I started taking dancing (ballet mostly) classes when I was five and it lasted until I was eleven. Six beautiful years of my life with two or three large shows masterminded by our teacher Marilena Eftimie (one of the persons I admire most, she still gives ballet classes at the moment and I guess only death will stop her, never her age).
I stopped going to the ballet classes in the fifth grade because I had no time for it anymore, but the need to be on stage once in a while still haunted me. So in high-school I started attending theatre classes at the Equinox Theatre. Only when dancing and when practicing on that small stage I felt so free, so open-minded, always thinking I could do anything…But theatre was never as close to my soul as dancing and I had the chance to prove it.
In my last year of high-school, the administration organized a party before Christmas. Every class had to create something, it didn’t matter what, as long as it was artistic and then compete against eachother. So I staged a little moment of glory for my self. I talked to colleagues of mine, three of them decided to join me, so I started. I chose the music - mixed parts from the Gladiator soundtrack and the first 10 seconds of HIM’s Join me in Death as a beginning and an end. I also chose some quotes that I had found during the years and recorded them but as our devices were nor that good, it was pretty hard to understand what that voice was saying and I don’t think anyone bothered. As it was a story of souls being trapped in an underworld setting after death, we would be dressed in black and I spent hours in front of the mirror trying to think of a black/white/silver make-up for the girls (we were three girls and a boy, the only boy in my class, actually).
After some debating we decided we would only use candle light, but as the hall for the party was larger than expected we needed more lightning. Luckily, the hall had some smaller chandeliers on each side which turned out to be very appropriate for the moment. The choreography was probably the best I ever thought of and of course we won. I actually was awarded a special creativity prize because it was the most elaborated and complicated moment of the evening. You cannot imagine how deliriously happy I was when we finished the dance! We didn’t know the results, but it went so well that we were sure we would win and we were just laughing and hugging each other and we, the girls, even cried because we had been really tensed (putting on the make up took an hour and a half and the guy was late) and then all the tension turned into happiness…
It all felt so good that I wouldn’t mind doing that for a lifetime!