#dance language

[pivo-element-blog]

honeybee

[salmankhanholics]

★ (Paper) "Salman sir and me talk in dance language." -Prabhudeva !

[amywestphal]

One of the most beautiful things about dance

is that there is no language barrier: we speak in movement.

[strawberrykiwilife]

The night I forgot how to say merde

Merde literally translate from German French (thanks, Heart!) into shit. It’s to wish a performer good luck before they perform, like saying “break a leg” to a dancer or actor.

When I went to my professor’s dance show last month, I was overcome with emotion of how much I had sacrificed who I was to become who I thought would be successful and therefore happy.

The thing is, happiness comes before success. Success doesn’t beget happiness. Rather, success is predicated on happiness. Yes, I sacrificed what made me happiest to find happiness.

After the show, I was in awe. Struck by overwhelming emotion and painful realization of what I had done to myself. That show was so much more than beauty and complex meaning. All the complexities translated perfectly into communication to the heart. I understood it loud and clear. Like a native language. But it was more than that, more than he had tasked the dancers to portray. This symbolizes much more.

Quaintly, what summed it up best is the simplest thing said mindlessly before the show. Or rather what I didn’t say. I caught myself wondering why I hadn’t said “merde!” but rather “good luck!”