Dance addiction.

“Tutor: What does it feel like when you’re dancing?

Billy: Don’t know. Sorta feels good. Sorta stiff and that, but once I got going…then I like, forget everything. And…sorta disappear. Sorta disappear. Like I feel like a change in my whole body. And I’ve got this fire in my body. I’m just there. Flyin’ like a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity.”

From the movie Billy Elliot, 2000

 

I am having dreams where I am constantly running against the clock to get to the dance class on time or I am desperately trying to find the studio room without success.

I am having dreams where my former dance teachers are quitting their teaching jobs to become full-time professional dancers and I am begging for them to keep teaching. To not give up on me. I would fly ever week from London to Lisbon to attend their classes.

Then I suddenly wake up and my heart is racing and aching.

I miss dancing so much. A good old school hip hop routine choreographed by the extremely talented  Vasco Alves. A complex and joyful house piece with the amazing Leo. A goofy and “true-to-the-beat” top-rock routine with the resilient Speedy. An organic and full of warmth performance by the quite and “out-of-the-box” Filipe Baracho.

I don’t mind the bruises and the challenging routines. Once I get going, I feel a burst of happiness and accomplishment. Every cell of my body reacts to the beat. And I fly like a bird.

I guess I am having the first symptoms of dance withdrawal.

I need my regular dose soon. Very soon.

Odeceixe June.2015 (43)

Photo taken by Ricardo Ferreira in Odeceixe, Portugal, June 2015.
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