Sometimes I forget
how much I love being on stage till I’m there dancing.
The costumes, the
light, the makeup, the transformation into character, how can I not like
dancing?
The week long dance
programme is finally over together with all its drama. The drama didn’t really
affect me as I knew it was going to happen but what was surprising was the
number of people who knew it was going to happen. Now that was surprising and I
so wish someone had told me earlier. Seriously like one person? Arggggg well at
least it provided laughs and disbelief for some ;)
But it was the
actions of everyone after it that touched my heart. KLPAC went out of its way
to ensure things ran smoothly for us, so many people had lovely words to tell
us and most importantly it helped us get over things fast and focus on our
dance.
The dance has been
choreographed to be different each night as parts of the dance are about the
channelling of emotions in the drama style of Bharatanatyam. Since the dancers
weren’t trained in the style, I took essences of the dance and created a piece
that is neither contemporary nor traditional. It’s fully traditional in concept
just not in execution but neither is it contemporary or fusion.
I had wanted a very
specific look for the dance and I must say each gal looked like a devi with her
red kunkumam shinning on the forehead and their red hands blazing in the light.
And our black skirts with red underlining twirled and twirled just like I
wanted them to occasionally giving the audience a glimpse of red as we did our
turns.
This was my second
Short and Sweet and I truly love the festival simply because it brings so many
people together and you meet such lovely people. The Aswara dancers are so
talented yet such humble people. Medula touched us with the story behind his
dance. So were the zombies from a local Univ I so cannot remember now. We had
lovely roomies once again with ours being the out of the world room with the
Kazakstan dancer, our Brazilian group and us with our Indian dance.
The moment we finished
dancing we’d head straight to the green room for dinner as we could never eat
before our dance. That’s where we would meet and talk with the rest of the
dancers. Oh since we share the room with the other bigger hall as well, we
ended up meeting with the lovely group of sweet old men of the quarters and
sean ghazi and a few more people. I must say he is pretty cute ;p
Conversations in
the green room ranged from silly nonsense to conversations on how art can heal.
Art can definitely shape you to be more confident and mend many things. I am
who I am thanks to all my years in the art world.
I think our biggest
fan was the husband of our sweet Kazakstan dancer, everyday he will tell her
something about our dance or notice something new and the next day she will
relate all of it back to us. From the emotions to the choreography to the
lighting, he had so many praises for us. We finally met him on Sunday when we
were there to watch the gala night and once again he was full of praises.
To me emotions are
a very important part of dance. The audience needs to be able to feel the
emotion of a dance and that’s why I am absolutely satisfied with the results.
The first night I was standing out there looking for the director, someone
stopped me to tell me how powerful our dance and message was, then they showed
me their voting slips to show that they were supporting us. Every night someone
stops us to thank us for the thought provoking dance. One Chinese man stopped
one of the gals and told her
“at first it was so
simple, and then you gave me a scare and then when I realised the message it
made me so sad and I understood the pain,”
Another couple said “our concentration was so
great it was as if we were living each character”
u and your girls evoked every emotion in me at the show..it was remarkable..im still in awe!!well done!!
Some people would
applaud us as we walked out to go home and thanked us for the experience.
Others would give
us smiles of acknowledgement.
So many people have
wanted to know where I got the inspiration or how. That is a story on its on
and I shall leave it for later.

Of course to carry
on the conversation I’d ask people were you scared? Some would admit it but
some wouldn’t. The tech guys were the best they’d be like are you adding more
screams? Isn’t it scary already? Heheh for that I added my own scream into the
dance coz it needed to be done and also to scare the people who were watching
it everyday. The first night the gals got a shock when they heard it even though
I had already pre-warned them about it. When we came out the other dancers were
wondering was the scream recorded or live. Yeah it is one loud eerie scream of
pain. The second night I drained myself with the scream.
The dance was
physically and emotionally draining. Each of us had a role to play and we each
lived it for that less than 6 minutes of the dance. For me I felt the pain of
the loss each time a death took place and that’s why the scream was one of such
pain. The anger that followed was in effect of that pain. I remember I checked
with the tech guys if I was sitting in the right spot for the light and he goes
oh yes we saw mother earth boiling.
People walked up to
my mom and asked for our contact as they want the dance to be performed again.
I’m truly honoured but I will only be open to performing it again if it was a
dance programme or an event that matches the message of the dance. I do wish it
could be performed again as the environmental message of the dance is so strong
and it’s been done in such a simple manner anyone will be able to understand
it.
Most of our friends
and family turned up on Saturday so it was like a party for us and for the cast
itself as the gala night finalist were announced that night. As soon as curtain
call ended, we said our hi’s to everyone as the cast started dancing away at
the centre of the stage. That’s when we spotted our monkey boys (which one of
my gals wants to bring home – lol) and I called the gals to the dance floor to
join them. We were gonna do a kuttu on the dance floor to some pop song ;p
The moment the
phrase we were waiting for began we dashed into the centre much to the delight
of the group who roared their approval only for the light to come on as one of
the monkey boys went tsunami tsunami – tsunami masuk je lagu stop (the moment
tsunami came in the music stopped) ;p
I had told the gals
earlier lets pack up early so that we can go outside and join our friends and
family. So the moment we were done, we headed back in to pick up our things
only to find some of the cast inside our room waiting to say goodbye to us. Yes
I think we were generally liked by all since we were always laughing around.
Each time we were waiting for our turns, we’d wish good luck to all the groups
and they vice versa. That’s why this was such a beautiful time.
People were still
waiting outside as we got out while I went to get our brownie. I had ordered
the most amazing brownie from my friend as a treat for the gals and our friends
and family but once again I had forgotten the spoon so I was wondering how to
give it to them. At one point someone wanted a group photo of us and wanted us
to give our scary stares and scream. I said are you sure you want a scream and
they all replied yes. So I said don’t tell me I didn’t warn you ;p
On the count of
three, the gals and I roared and for a moment the whole foyer went silent ;p
Good times indeed.
;)
As people finally
started leaving, I found a makeshift spoon in the form of a tiny coffee spoon
and we finally had our brownie party. People couldn’t believe how good it was
as in a matter of minute ¾ of the brownie was gulped down by all.
So another year
another dance. I am extremely proud of the dance, what it means and how it has
come out. Once I get it running on youtube, I will post it up with the story
behind the dance, its inspiration and the message.
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