I feel as though I am waiting for a Christmas that keeps getting postponed. Although in actuality, the sound suits were never intended to be opened before Thursday, like a child mesmerized by packages in front of the tree, I am desperate to open the large boxes and over eager to inspect what lies inside.
Carefully packaged and shipped from Chicago, the sound suits are not just detained in these large brown boxes, yet in addition (though I cannot imagine why) are stored behind heavy deadbolts secured in equally steadfast doors. It is almost as though they suspect a certain overzealous inquisitor to make it her prerogative to find a way inside.
If that is the case, unfortunately, as the assailant I could not be stopped. Is this a healthy curiosity, or have I become the equivalent of an impassioned defender of animal rights, breaking into university laboratories and releasing the caged mice?
Am I justified to think the suits are ready to dance right out of the box? Feeling the vibrations of the dancers’ steps and the steady beat of the music, from behind closed doors and within secured boxes they long to be set free. It would be negligent of me to just look the other way. It would be a travesty to not just…. take a peak.
It was not hard to subtly slip away from a group of dancers so engaged in their craft, especially tonight with the added dynamic of a dj and live percussion. The true test was the restraint to allow one photograph to suffice.
Tomorrow will be the fourth rehearsal, and I am beginning to understand how this repetition induces evolution. These long hours have no substitute, for it is an unyielding matter of time which must be spent developing this dynamic, this camaraderie, and an unspoken communication between the dancers.
Bear with me, just a little bit longer, for I am certain this climax will be well deserving of the hype.
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