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I've managed to come down with...something. I refuse to call it the flu (which everyone else in the office seems to have), as that would imbue it with too much power over me. And I've already had the flu once in the past 12 months, so it just wouldn't be fair to get it again. So it's a cold, just a simple, average, run of the mill cold. It started yesterday with a ridiculously sore throat and then my sinuses joining in and sneezing and much blowing of the nose. But, being stubborn I decided to go to class anyway, fearing that it might be the last night I would be able to do so. I'm really glad I did.
I am quite convinced that the combination of a good hard workout (and Alyne drilled us like she hasn't done in ages, we loved her for it) and the absolute joy I get from dancing with my troupemates has done more to make me feel human again today than all the medicine in the world. We ran "Tammerhanna" for the practice and to tighten up some of the moves, then worked on Raks Suhaila. J- and I noted that while she had the first part of it down, I was better at the second half, and together we made one whole performance :) I will conquer this routine, then only "Choukraine" will have defeated me, and I can live with that.
Phantom obsession continues on unabated. I figured out one of the big things that had been bugging me about the film version of ALW's stage musical, it was something I hadn't been able to put my finger on before. The thing about Butler's Phantom was that he was this overgrown tantrum-prone brat. Yeah I've seen other productions in the past that take the character in that direction and I've hated each and every one of them. The thing I'd always enjoyed about ALW's version was that the Phantom was a mature man, someone who'd had a life prior to moving into the opera (they even mention in the stage version that he built a maze of mirrors for the Shah of Persia for crying out loud), who'd been beaten down by the world ("Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere") and finally turned his back on it. The movie version shows him caged as a child, then freed and fleeing into the bowels of the opera. How in the hell did he become this genius (inventor, magician, composer) that he's supposed to be anyway? Correspondence courses?
*sigh* Anyway, re-reading Susan Kay's novel has helped...though I admit I keep picturing Nadir (the Persian) as the actor who plays Sayid on Lost now. :)
I've managed to come down with...something. I refuse to call it the flu (which everyone else in the office seems to have), as that would imbue it with too much power over me. And I've already had the flu once in the past 12 months, so it just wouldn't be fair to get it again. So it's a cold, just a simple, average, run of the mill cold. It started yesterday with a ridiculously sore throat and then my sinuses joining in and sneezing and much blowing of the nose. But, being stubborn I decided to go to class anyway, fearing that it might be the last night I would be able to do so. I'm really glad I did.
I am quite convinced that the combination of a good hard workout (and Alyne drilled us like she hasn't done in ages, we loved her for it) and the absolute joy I get from dancing with my troupemates has done more to make me feel human again today than all the medicine in the world. We ran "Tammerhanna" for the practice and to tighten up some of the moves, then worked on Raks Suhaila. J- and I noted that while she had the first part of it down, I was better at the second half, and together we made one whole performance :) I will conquer this routine, then only "Choukraine" will have defeated me, and I can live with that.
Phantom obsession continues on unabated. I figured out one of the big things that had been bugging me about the film version of ALW's stage musical, it was something I hadn't been able to put my finger on before. The thing about Butler's Phantom was that he was this overgrown tantrum-prone brat. Yeah I've seen other productions in the past that take the character in that direction and I've hated each and every one of them. The thing I'd always enjoyed about ALW's version was that the Phantom was a mature man, someone who'd had a life prior to moving into the opera (they even mention in the stage version that he built a maze of mirrors for the Shah of Persia for crying out loud), who'd been beaten down by the world ("Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere") and finally turned his back on it. The movie version shows him caged as a child, then freed and fleeing into the bowels of the opera. How in the hell did he become this genius (inventor, magician, composer) that he's supposed to be anyway? Correspondence courses?
*sigh* Anyway, re-reading Susan Kay's novel has helped...though I admit I keep picturing Nadir (the Persian) as the actor who plays Sayid on Lost now. :)
