So, I'm not very good at dancing. Nor am I good at choreography. You may ask why I was one of the three primary choreographers for our Thriller dance in our RA group. I wondered, too, especially since my blocking turned our stage into some kind of space robot.
If you don't see it, go watch some Star Trek for an hour or something. |
All in all, though, most of you know I am a severe advocate of letting your light so shine (aw, gee, what a surprise, it wasn't like the title spoiled the topic for you or anything), and I believe this even when you're not sure if what you're doing is really, you know, your color of Christmas lights (Too soon?).
So, sure, I didn't really know what I was doing. But I was helping in the way I could, and even though my winged zombie idea was totes shot down (WARNING: Link leads to video containing a SPOILER [The ending to Doctor Faustus] and potentially disturbing imagery if you don't like stage demons dragging an actor down to stage Hell. Don't make deals with the devil, kids. But it shows my wing idea!), I managed to not feel like a total deadweight to the party.
In that sense, as I experimented with a potentially new talent, I let the light so shine because, though I am certainly not the best choreographer or dancer, I was able to develop that part of me.
The real professionals are on either side of me. I'm just the terrible artist! |
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