It’s the Easter Intensive. I’ve spent two days working hard with James Cousins on our Easter piece and I’m pretty knackered. And inevitably there’s a party in the middle of the intensive hosted by one of my school friends. Do I?
a) go, party hard, and regret it the next day
b) go for a bit, don’t drink and get a reasonably good nights sleep
c) just don’t go
I find myself opting for option c more often than not. Now I have been called a multitude of things for this decision: boring, too dance obsessed and antisocial to name a few. But if you think about it in the context of what I’ve spent twelve years of my life striving for, and things that I’ve already had to give up for dance, one night out really isn’t much in comparison.
You, see I can’t possibly dance to my best ability when I’m exhausted and/or hungover. Believe me, I have done it, and it was realistically a complete waste of my and my teacher’s time, because if anything it was counter productive. I’m more likely to get injured, I can’t focus and there’s absolutely no way that I can produce work and technique to a high standard.
Therefore, missing a party for the benefit of dance the next day doesn’t really bother me. There will be other parties, whilst who knows how long my dance career will last. Plus, if anything missing a few parties means I relish parties I do go to more.
Hence, this very famous quote by the great Rudolf Nureyev is perfect to finish my little rant on:
When I miss class for one day, I know it. When I miss class for two days, my teacher knows it. When I miss class for three days, the audience knows it.