Story: There are four faces that look up at me from the stalls. I am alone on the stage. A voice calls out to me, 'Whenever you're ready.' I think I hear impatience in the tone but tell myself I'm mistaken. I nod towards the curtains and a button is pressed. My music starts. I hate auditions. It's strange, but I can deal with a packed auditiorium, row after row of eyes on me. I just remind myself they're there for the show, not for me, and then I dance because it's my job and because there's nothing else I'd rather do and because it's the thing I do best. And I end up loving every moment of it. But when there's a handful of people watching and their entire purpose is to judge me... well, that's different. My usual trick doesn't work. Can't work. So this time I picture a black curtain falling in front of me and blocking their view. And instead of dancing on a floodlit stage, I dance in a darkened room. It becomes about the music and me and nothing else. And I dance as if this audition doesn't matter at all.
Surface: Cartridge paper (acid-free, 220gsm)
Size: A2 (16.5" x 23.4"; 42cm x 59.4cm)
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