2007-07-16
Away.
It would be a complete understatement to say that putting the sheer emotion and feel of Conference of the Birds into words is difficult.
Because really, what can I say?
The brief dinner and gigglish talk, the running and the jokes and the frantic search for the drama room key;
Those moments spent in front of the vast mirrors of the dance studio, pondering lipsticks and rouges;
The laughter and the cheering up and the rehearsals with thin air, Tiger Boy and Chief, Hallucinations, Wheelchairs, violations;
That bubble of moment and minute in the cool air-conditioned bus, when we kept our heartbeats together, loud in our chest;
The hands, the warmth, the belief, the Magic, the Love;
The screaming and shouting and crying and laughing and breathing and searching for that euphoria;
The Flight.
When the stage lights dimmed and the applause filled the air and the rush of air as we bowed, stripped ourselves of our feathers and revealed ourselves, fourteen and fifteen and sixteen, wide-eyed and blinking -
Alive.
As we were, spreading our wings on the stage.
abstracity at 4:49 p.m.