Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dance-Class Homework

"Alright, I've been working on this one for time, and I must admit, something about it didn't feel completely right. I enjoyed the concept of basing a dance off a video online, and I made sure that Mr. Basell was fine with a video that was actually dancing, though he had his misgivings, especially with the etheral nature of my choice video.

"But something... happened. I don't really understand it. I felt something etheral. Something or someone that wanted to dance with me. I don't know if it will work here, but I'd still like to give it a try."

Mr. Basell nodded in understanding, and knew my ability to perform wouldn't be terribly hampered if it didn't work.

I hadn't brought a CD with the music, but instead had an A/V cord that I plugged into the dance class's stereo and my cell phone. The video was downloaded into my phone, and those close to the stage could barely make out the screen.

It went black, and the words "Though Of You" faded in, and then out again. I laid on the stage, closed my eyes, and as the music started, I lost myself to the movement.

I woke up, and wished that I was dead
And that aching in my head,
I lay motionless in bed.
I thought of you, and where you've gone...

There she was. I could see her shining, dancing brightly beside me, and I felt dim by comparison.

And the world spins madly on.

I reach out for her tentatively, and felt her reaching back for me. A tingle rushed up my spine and down my arm.

And everything that asked that I'd do
Like make the world brand new,
And take the time for you
I just got lost, and stepped right through the door
And the world spins madly on.

I fell to the floor in awe. She was perfect for me, and I for her, and yet we were so far out of each other's reach.

And I let the day go by
And I always say goodbye

She jumped, and I caught her, just as I promised I always would, whenever she felt herself falling.

I watched the stars from my windowsill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still.

My eyes were still closed to the class, I have no idea what they saw, but I know they were standing still, and I was the only thing in the room moving. We danced as I'd always dreamt we would, someday.

I woke up and wished that I was dead,
And that aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed.

She faded, dimming here, as she had each time, but I was not worried.

And night is here, the day is gone,
And the world spins madly on.

There she was, brighter than ever, wearing wings of light that I'd always dreamed she'd had.

I thought of you, and where you'd gone
And the world spins madly on.

I chased after her, but I never had her grace. She flew without needing wings, danced without needing life, touched me without corporeality.

And the world spins madly on.
She outshone me, and I could never seem to measure up to her ideal.

And the world spins madly on...
I felt myself fading.

And on...
She grew heavier in my arms, more solid, more real. I squeezed her tightly, breathing in the grape smell of her hair.

And on.
I walked off the stage, away from her, and when I opened my eyes, the world was gone.


And on...

"Who are you?"

The girl on the stage stared at her hands as if she hadn't seen them before.

Mr. Basell rushed on stage and grabbed her shoulders. "Who are you?" he repeated, "and where did John go?"

And on...

"John? John was here, holding me... I felt like I'd finally come home. He... oh no." She fell to her knees and wept.

And on.

Italicized text from The Wheepies' "World Spins Madly On." Dance inspired by "Thought of You," animated by Ryan Woodward. Inspired by a dream from 8 Dec 2011.