And the hook ups begin.
It's the first after-show party. Thrown by the band for the dancers, the crew, the production team, the record label, and all innocent public fanatical bystanders.
Cast and crew are dressing up and getting down and ducking out early and loitering late and no names will be used in this scenario because everyone knows Rule Number One of our chosen lifestyle, and if you don't know you learn real fast; "What happens on tour, stays on tour."
And the hook ups begin.
In honest innocence, I too, enjoyed a New York minute myself. And I am the most honest person I've ever met (besides two). And I only do what my heart says to do (plus one) . And my heart feels good still and already only moments after (cleanliness and clarity integral).
Some, on the other hand, may wake up tomorrow to find their beer goggles removed and their New York minute abruptly punctuated in the bed of an intimate stranger.
This is my fifth tour. I was made for this lifestyle. Short bursts are best. After about two months, the loneliness compensation sets in and a new personality must be created to sustain the energetic output and the transient isolation. But if the duration remains under two months a-go, well then I am the same crazy silly fiery creature you looked into the eyes of last time we met. Only a bit less rested and a bit less local.
2 Comments:
You guys were amazing on Tuesday, my attention was torn between the dancers and the band. You have great stage presence, and you're a very talented dancer!
-Shannon
Thank you so much, Shannon. That is the perfect compliment for this performance. To think that we, the dancers, are providing an experience unique to ourselves, complimenting the band, and adding to the production ... that's what I'm here to do and it gives me so so so much pleasure doing it...
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