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Sunday, February 6, 2011
I just thought the title would be a good connection to my enriched written class har har :B
Some of you know, most of you dont (the ones who stumble across my blog), that I recently strained/pulled my lower back muscle. Ow.
I'm laughing at my own stupidity of thinking I can do an arabesque without stretching first x _ x
I dont know if you guys have experienced the feeling, but dancing three shows, with two of them back to back, on a pulled lower back is very painful ><. I also felt like an old woman while walking D:
If you set up a camera in the dressing room during the show and replayed it, you would see me dressing like an old woman for my dance, run out to perform it, come back in, lay on my wonderful heating pad for 10 minutes, apply bengay cream (hallelujah), change, and then do my other dance. (For the last two shows I ate Advil and it was the most wonderful feeling afterwards :'D)
My recent epiphany?
Some people actually, truly, care.
Or maybe I'm too naive, but this is the first time I've felt this way.
Right now, I'm just talking about the inner ring of Orchesis, although I don't see this kind of thing outside the ring often.
I tell a few people that my back gave out. Noe..Nina..Nikki..the coaches of course..
I received about 10 "Hey, how is your back?"/// "Is your back feeling better?"///"Hope you can dance soon!" from the dancers on Orchesis that I didn't even KNOW, and have just met.
And this was only on the first day of rehearsal, aka the first Orchesis show. (Our first official dress rehearsal WAS our first Orchesis show...stupid snow days...)
Second show, same thing. Mostly from the same people, and a few from strangers again.
Maybe its stupid, or a silly thing to be happy about, but I felt so happy that people actually asked me about my back. Stupid right?
Maybe it was just a fast simple question to start a conversation. But how did they even hear about it when I didn't tell them? How come they asked me again the next day, when most people would've forgotten a simple pulled muscle? How is it that they barely know me, but when they asked the question, they sounded so sincere and worried?
It got me thinking about the friends that I should really care about. And which of the ones I don't even need to worry about.
I guess the reason why I feel so surprised and happy, is because nobody ever treated me like this in Poms.
So how is it that people in two groups, both relating to dance, can be so different? Poms...Orchesis....It made me realize which one I wanted to continue next year.
Out of all the people that knew about my pulled back, and asked me how my back was (Thank you so much for asking, it really taught me something), none of them were from Poms.