Watching my students danced my piece is like watching my current life story unfold itself. It’s so raw, so pure, so real and so delicate. I tried not to cry and tear but it’s just so hard. I am so attached to the piece, so emotional, so vulnerable.
Every step they took, is like every step I took recently. Every breath, is like the last dying breath. Every turn, is like the last lingering moments.
I hoped that you could watch it, and see my soul. I can’t express myself in words, but I express in movement very well. I wished you are there then, to see the final result with costumes and lighting and the music taking you on the ride and speak to you.
These are what I want to tell you so bad, will you be able to watch it?
And I still can’t sleep peacefully.