dance. dance. dance.

This is an old photo of me. It is a photo from when I danced my first dance solo. I think I  was around 13 or 14 years old. 

I have had a really busy week so far, filled with dancing and things around dancing. As I said earlier this week we are having this thing in school called production weeks, were we choreograph and produce our own production. After a lot of rehearsals and a lot of work, and after some lack of sleep and some small injuries, we are finally done with our choreography. I like our choreography a lot, even though it didn't turn out exactly how I thought it would. But I'm relived that we got it done in time so we would start rehearsing the material so that we can dance it perfectly next week when we will dance it in 8 different shows.
I'm also happy that we have bought the dresses we are going to wear and the props we are going to use. We decided to wear this pretty black like lace and chiffon dress, which we all really liked. We have also decided and tried the make up we wanted, which is kind of like smokey eyes with some eye-liner details and then bright red lips. I think it is going to look great.

Even though I'm already exhausted I'm still really exited to show  our work to an audience. I just have to remember to rest a lot between the rehearsals and then between the shows, because I can really feel how exhausted my body is already. I also have to remember to drink a lot of water and eat so I have the energy to really dance 100%. It's a good thing that I really love to dance, because it is so much harder then it looks and there is often so much pain behind every beautiful movement. I just really want to dance my best.