Author Topic: My essay for...a dance competition?  (Read 2784 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline ZippyDee

  • LV8 Addict (Next: 1000)
  • ********
  • Posts: 729
  • Rating: +83/-8
  • Why not zoidberg?
    • View Profile
My essay for...a dance competition?
« on: April 25, 2011, 08:20:50 pm »
As part of an entry in a dance competition I have to write an essay. The prompt was "Describe the emotion you feel when you take the stage at competition." Here's my entry:


State of Mind

   I am a performer. You are a performer. Every one of us is a performer. Every smile, every tear, every interaction, and every conversation is a performance. Likewise, every performance is a conversation. When I get on the stage, I become a vessel for energy and expression. It is my duty to give that to my audience and to make them feel what I feel. But that still brings us down to a final question: what do I feel? What is the emotion, the expression, the power that I cannot help but pass on to my audience?

   The answer to the question is both surprisingly simple, and unimaginably complex. As I wait to enter the stage I feel relaxed and focused. As I walk onto the stage I feel the surge of energy beginning to flow through me, radiating outward through my limbs all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. But the instant the music starts is when everything really happens. It took me a while to figure out what goes on inside my head when I dance, but I finally realized that it’s not an overwhelming rush of emotion, but rather an overwhelming rush of music. Even when there is no music, I find my own music either in my mind or in my surroundings. The music engulfs me and sends its energy pulsing through my body. It was only after I understood the source of my energy that I also realized that the music is not just a background track for the choreography. In fact, the complete opposite is true: the choreography is a physical representation of the energy that flows from the music. Thus, I, the dancer, am the only possible means of communication between that choreography and the audience.

   You see, when I get up on stage, I don’t perform for my audience. I communicate with them. The word “perform” implies that I consider myself to be the main focus of my actions, which is simply not true; it’s all about the music. The music is what I have to communicate, and therefore the music is my emotion. Emotion (n.): a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationship with others.
There's something about Tuesday...


Pushpins 'n' stuff...


Offline Freyaday

  • The One And Only Serial Time Killing Catboy-Capoeirista-Ballerino
  • LV10 31337 u53r (Next: 2000)
  • **********
  • Posts: 1970
  • Rating: +128/-15
  • I put on my robe and pixel hat...
    • View Profile
Re: My essay for...a dance competition?
« Reply #1 on: April 26, 2011, 01:56:19 am »
Nice. I would rephrase the 'simple yet complex' bit, the way you wrote it has been used so many times before I can't even come up with a good ending to this sentence. I like it though, I really do.



        When I'm on stage, that's not me; I am in character. I am in the character of the choreography, because if I was me I would die.
        Before going up there, I am not nervous. I am not anything; I do not think, my mind is blank.
        I step on the Marley and cease. I do not exist; I am.
In other news, Frey continues kicking unprecedented levels of ass.
Proud member of LF#N--Lolis For #9678B6 Names


I'm a performer at heart; I stole it last week.
My Artwork!

Offline z80man

  • Casio Traitor
  • LV8 Addict (Next: 1000)
  • ********
  • Posts: 977
  • Rating: +85/-3
    • View Profile
Re: My essay for...a dance competition?
« Reply #2 on: April 26, 2011, 02:09:39 am »
Very good essay there. I cannot dance at all. I can run, but no dancing for me. If there ever was an omni dance contest I would surely lose :P

But then again this essay does remind me of my own emotions when I'm in a race. Always before a race I clear my mind of all thoughts and become extremely calm. And then during the race I always try to keep concentrated on my run because I don't want to lose pace. So when my legs tell me that they want to rest, I have to tell them to go faster. When even my mind tells me to quit I need my conscience to tell my mind to tell my legs to go faster. Does that make sense ???
« Last Edit: April 26, 2011, 02:09:53 am by z80man »

List of stuff I need to do before September:
1. Finish the Emulator of the Casio Prizm (in active development)
2. Finish the the SH3 asm IDE/assembler/linker program (in active development)
3. Create a partial Java virtual machine  for the Prizm (not started)
4. Create Axe for the Prizm with an Axe legacy mode (in planning phase)
5. Develop a large set of C and asm libraries for the Prizm (some progress)
6. Create an emulator of the 83+ for the Prizm (not started)
7. Create a well polished game that showcases the ability of the Casio Prizm (not started)