Saturday, July 9, 2011

Seeking Sekhmet - After the show

It is the most incredibly surreal feeling to call up all the dancers at the end of a show: students, guests and colleagues and stand in front of the audience knowing it was your show that you put on and you are responsible for the success or failure of the event. As I was standing and looking between the lovely dancers and the audience, a thought came "So when's the director gonna come in and take charge of this shindig?" And then the reality check of "Oh wait. That's me." After the several shows from this last year, I am still not used to the feeling that I am running the show.

I was really surprised by the Tribute from my students. It was really cool to see them stand there and start to shimmy to the music that inspired me to shimmy and be a better dancer many years ago. That is why I still use that song to this day. It was the moment where I said to myself "Stephanie, kick it up a notch." So to see my students reflect that spark back to me was a really amazing moment.

I had a couple of tips offs in the evening that hadn't registered until it started. One of my little kids came up to me and said, "We're just gonna be outside for 10 minutes and then we'll come back and do the 5 minute shimmy." And I was like "ok, whatever crazy child." Haha. And then when I was about to go out and perform this same kid is like "Are we dancing with you now?" And I just thought "Oh you're such a diva." Hahaha. When the shimmy music started up I started to laugh because I realized this kid had let the bomb slip twice and I hadn't even noticed because I thought she was being a drama queen.

I was really impressed with my students last night. This session I gave them some very challenging pieces to perform. My beginners had a challenging drum solo, which they pulled off perfectly. My Intermediates danced a very challenging oriental/saidi styled piece, one of the most difficult they've been given to date. And for my student soloists: Rachel I made her slow it down and she smouldered on stage. Amanda emoted like a goddess, so much so I felt it at the back of the hall, and Brittany very impressively put together a choreo that I forced her to do with 2 weeks notice.

Due to some major costume changes (4 to be precise), I missed a lot of the show, which is unfortunate. I am looking forward to watching the video. I loved what I saw of Tridevi Tribal. For a new group, they danced incredibly well together. I was impressed. And Silk Sirens. *le sigh* What can I say about Silk Sirens? They are just so absolutely delicious to watch. They emote, they're together, they are technically excellent but are not techno-robots. I am so thrilled to have them joining my studio this fall. I managed to catch some of Eclipse's performance: SO cute (the concept, the ladies were HOT!)! I love Vanessa as the femme fatale, the costuming is spectacular as usual, the choreography tight, the dancing sharp and concise. Loved it. I saw part of Michelle Kaplan's solo. Wow. Michelle has such energy and strength on stage. I love her vibe.

I missed Moon Unit due to a costume change, but I am quite certain they were spectacular. Marie Habib was her usual crowd thrilling self. The audience loves ya babe! That sax solo is one of my favourite songs actually. It's such a sexy piece of music. And Maya. *sigh* Maya. So phenomenal. We are just so blessed to have her in this city. She has so much talent to offer and so much knowledge.

It is moments like this where all the blood, sweat, tears, tantrums, depression, anxiety, fear, anticipation, excitement, exhilaration is worth it. It's funny, even as a dancer, I didn't realize how much work went into putting on shows until I actually put one on. It's a lot. A LOT. But it is worth it. As cheesey as it sounds, it's like building a conduit of joy. All of the effort is being directed into a positive goal = entertaining the audience, supporting each other as women and dancers, and building on a community of dance.

Seeking Sekhmet Pre-show

I can't believe I am up at 8am the day after a show (having gone to bed at 1:30am). Yesterday was definitely a whirlwind. Hell, this last week was a whirlwind. I am very happy with how the show went. Huge thank you to all of the fabulous dancers who came out and performed. Even bigger thank you to my Rebel Hips students for supporting me and the studio, giving it their all.

I was incredibly honoured last night to have my students do a tribute to me with the 5 minute shimmy (which I took from my last teacher and mentor, Jumanah). I make all of my classes do it, from the very first beginner class, to my student troup. What was interesting to me was that I didn't get all teary and emotional. I think my voice started to crack while talking about Silk Sirens Tribal, but that was due to being parched, not emotion (although I meant every word! you ladies are fabulous). I can't be cryin' at every show! And you can't make me! Hahahaha.

Seeking Sekhmet was the show that was not supposed to "be". Originally, it was supposed to be just a small potluck gathering of my students to celebrate the end of a year before a break from choreography in the summer. Then Slave Lake happened and I wanted to do something for that. It was incredibly difficult trying to secure a location for a fundraiser show, which is why I ended up just having a silent auction (final numbers on money raised are just waiting me counting and gathering a couple payments, but I am going to guess over $300! Which isn't bad!)

As I was getting ready yesterday, I felt incredibly calm at the beginning of the day. Then my calm started to unravel. I managed to accomplish removing my old toe nail polish and putting on one coat of the new stuff, but that was about it. The day started off with me packing up the costumes (one in particular I had just finished altering the night previous), submitting the programs to the printers, and trying to finalize that music line up on my ipod so that everything would flow smoothly and evenly.

I don't like being disorganized when it comes to events. In fact, I like everything to be together and ready to go. When people show up to an event and it runs smoothly, it's because there is some Type A psycho in the background making sure all the details are in check. But I had been teaching all this week and just couldn't get all the details finalized. My next task was to start to put together tech notes. I didn't have time to go through all of the emails I received and hoped the ladies could provide the info at the show.

I packed up all the fabric, papers, a couple of the silent auction items, tried to get some of my dishes done because they hadn't been touched in a week, started doing my hair...and the phone rang off the hook. Sorry if I didn't answer, show day is crazy. As I am getting ready, with minutes to spare before I have to be at the hall, I realize I haven't picked up the programs. I had curlers in my hair and was in my pyjamas. I hopped into my car and drove like a crazy lady in the torrential downpour to pick up the programs. Of course everyone was driving like jerk offs. Who drives 40? Seriously people! Give your heads a shake! I walked into staples, ready to rock and roll and was stuck behind some door knob in line at the copy center who wouldn't stop talking. I managed to leave with programs in tow and no temper tantrums. However, at this point in my day my calm was seriously, seriously, seriously, harshed. I felt ready to explode.

I pack up the final items into my poor little car and drive over to the hall. Weirdly, I see there are lots of cars in front of it. And people hanging out. The first thought I have is "the show isn't for a few hours people, you can't wait for a seat for that long!" haha. I walk into the hall and see that it is FULL of ankle biters. Yep. Here I am thinking I can get in to do set up of the hall and it is over run with kids. Uh oh. Calm SERIOUSLY deteriorating.

I ask a young aid when they are done. They say 5:30pm is when they lock the doors. Shit. It was 4:00. Thankfully the show started a bit later than usual, but I was panicked. I walked into the back dressing room where two of my senior students were waiting and said "Well ladies, if you ever wanted to see me lose my temper and freak out, today is the day!" One of the girls was trying to hold back laughter at my near Chernobyl freak session. I managed to gain some composure and start to get a bit organized in the back room. It was a great time for hair and make-up.

As I was walking into the hallway, one of the mom's of the kids comes up to me and informs me that she is throwing a surprise birthday party for her son. For those of you that know me well, you know I shoot from the hip and am a fairly straight forward person. The battle for diplomacy (and I use those words intentionally) have been very hard fought for me. As this mom is telling me her plans, one of my senior students pops around the corner just in time to hear this exchange.

I pulled on my diplomacy pants and managed to communicate how unfortunate it was that the hall must have b een double booked and that I didn't know about the kids being there and they didn't know that I was going to be there and that it really was unfortunate we were both not better informed, however I have the hall booked for a show. I said the latest they could stay was 5:30pm. You want to know the crazy part? She didn't even have the hall booked! She was going to attach the birthday party onto the afterschool program and expected the staff to let them stay after the usual end time of 5:30pm without arranging anything with the hall in advance ("Oh, I just thought I could take over the after care program and have the staff stay later."). I forgot what neighbourhood I was in and how out to lunch the people are that live there. The poor aids (which are all teenagers) looked bewildered. Who presumes they can just have a hall for a party and not book the hall? Anyways....this woman's insanity is not the point. The point was, I was very proud that I managed to remain diplomatic and not scream at this person.  Even my students commented that they were very proud of me for keeping composed and diplomatic.And at this point, all of the crazy psycho emotions that had been running through me went away. I felt like I had accomplished something. Personal growth! Yay!

Thankfully, everything else went smoothly. Minor ankle biter disaster averted, we managed to get the hall set up in record time. Huge thanks to Erin, Brittany and Jacquie for coming early and getting to work. It went really fast. Another big thank you to Shelly for coming out and helping with ticket taking and door. Thanks to Emma for organizing the silent auction. I think if I had added that to my plate I would have had a huge meltdown.

Now, with everything going on: new session, show, studio renovations, I was spread pretty thin. I truthfully had no idea what I was going to do on stage as I had had no time to prepare in advance. But I knew what I wanted to dance to and I had to dance to those pieces. I basically pulled out the big knee pads and asked the Goddess, the Force, God, whomever to PLEASE not let me fall on my ass. And after a point, I didn't worry about it. I figured I would drop my sword, which I did, but I'm good with it. I figured there were moments when I wouldn't know what to do, which happened, and I dealt with it. All in all, I am pleased with how things turned out: I feel very happy with my own performances, very happy with guests and students AND I didn't lose my temper and scream at anyone. Good show. Good Show.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Girls and Construction

Wow. What a weekend. I was very fortunate to have some help this long weekend on studio renovations from my good friends Kara and Amanda. We worked for about 4 hours on what seemed like almost nothing. I finished putting in the main portion of the flooring tiles. Amanda cleaned the copious amounts of tape and stickers off my new filing cabinet. And Kara painstakingly cut tile pieces for all the funky corners in my office.

We started at 10am and finished at 2pm. Four whole hours of wading through shallow water. It felt like I was getting nothing accomplished. Amanda was shocked at the sheer amount of tape and it's bitter unwillingness to part from the cabinet. Even with the assistance of goo-gone!

I was pulling nails and screws out of the wall that were so plentiful, the walls looked like swiss cheese. Putty putty putty. At one point in the day, I had the worst screw of my life and ended up having to jack hammer it into submission.

Upon finishing the laying of the tiles, the tape removal and some bad screwing, we all ventured towards peeling off the sticky vinyl lettering from windows and doorways. The goo didn't seem to help, so it was razors, scrapers and fingernails to the rescue. Some pieces came off easily, others required Kara's switchblade.

I very poorly started to spray paint the elusive filing cabinet. I thought black was going to be badass until I found copper metallic spray paint! WOW! Gotta have it fo' sho'! Four cans of spray paint later.......it still looks like a fifth grade craft project. Thankfully Kara's mad skills at using a can of spray paint acquired from her misguided youth saved the day.

With my belly angrily screaming at me to feed it, I herded the girls out of the studio and towards some delicious Vietnamese eatery nearby. We laughed, we cried. We compared battle scars. It was a good day.

I went back to the studio today and grouted the tile that is in my office. While labour intensive (on hands and knees spreading out even layers. Funnily, all I could think about was how I was engaging my core....) it was REALLY easy! Gals! If you haven't grouted something, you gotta try it! It's repetitive, low maintenance and requires a good scrubbing after it's dry to remove the crusties. Kind of like a man.

It took me about 2 hours to grout the whole floor including clean up. Once I was done, I looked down and saw that it was good! Off to the studio I went for another bout of classes (an interview with a salsa instructor. Muy caliente! Did she ever get me sweating). I planned to go back and put on the base boarding, but I needed some more paint around the edges.

So now I've got a big caulk and I'm going to lay that baseboard tomorrow like it's never been lain before!