why were iggy's pointe dancer shoulders so high and the barely hyper extended except in that first arabesque and they werent equal but watever

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why were iggy's pointe dancer shoulders so high and the barely hyper extended except in that first arabesque and they werent equal but watever
"Uno, dos, tres; Dos, dos, tres; Tres, dos, tres; Cuatro, dos, tres. Muy bien. Vamos a tratar de que una vez más desde el principio,un poquito más rápido."
*One two three; Two two three; Three two three; Four two three. Very good. Let’s try that again, from the top, a little bit faster.*
- Me, nervously practicing (likely) phrases for Costa Rican young dancers.
(Language fairy, sprinkle some magic fairy dust, so I don’t monkey this up and disrespect the language- communicating musically is not as easy as conversational/medical Spanish. A lot of important inflections to be mindful of. Just two months to get this right!)
.…EDIT: to fix spelling error, thanks Pgonzrom! :)
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!”