Feb Dance

It is still a quarter before the dance begins when we are seated. I take a general glance at the hall, surprised to see there are only several lights on the stage, which is quite different from the dance concerts I have ever seen. I am waiting for something special.

The dancers appear in white, dressing themselves loose and comfortable, just as daily customs. There are no tough actions. Everyone stretches and curves as s/he does all the time. They stand up and lie down the way they do every morning and night. It seems that the performers care less about what others are doing, but it is that harmonious. Music is not a big part, and what we hear is as familiar as the actors and actresses show us.

The first dance ends and all lights are on. People begin to talk about it. The lecture on Trisha come to my mind. Just as the dance presents, Trisha tried to make dance something that is not a form of acting, but something beautiful in life, simple but meaningful.

The second dance is totally different as a dancer coming out with smile on her face. Music is going exciting and the other dancers are running happily. They must be celebrating something. Maybe it is someone’s birthday. They dance, jump and run to spread their happiness all around. The rest are looking at a main dancer dancing by, smiling.

I am still in the happy atmosphere and enjoying the scene as if it was going on. Suddenly another music begins from the ceiling and someone among the audience stands up and twists. There comes the flash mob! One and one join which cheers everyone up. No criteria, just move.

The third dance is really confused for the performance is not natural as we see in dance. They are blunt. Unitl I hear gun shoots, almost at the end of the show, I convince myself it is about sickness of war.
　
I am glad to have the chance to be there and to experience something I never met.