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The Moment
La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que aplauden solamente por pura borrachera. Eres dueña del momento. The crowd goes wild: One more! One more! And you just stand there, taking it all in (the moment). The gaze. The affection. The applause—even those applauding only out of drunkenness. You own the moment.
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Artistic Success Should Not Depend on Breasts
There’s a place for everything and my guess is that if men wanted to see breasts in a clubby environment, they should then go to a strip club. Even Burlesque shows can give them a better view. (I’ve got you covered, dudes.) But regular nightclubs are for real dancing. I went to yet another audition the other day — and I mean, this was for simple club gig, nothing major. As I struggled to make my top look fuller (I guess), one of the women I used to work with, and who was part of the panel judging our “abilities,” walked in the dressing room and, noticing my struggle, bluntly…
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What Makes a Dancer?
Not exactly the technique. A person can go to dance school for years, but if she doesn’t feel it; if she feels no passion come from within, she doesn’t deserve the title. I always remember a quote, attributed to Antonia Mercé “La Argentina” — a flamenco dancer “known for her creation of the neoclassical style of Spanish dance as a theatrical art.” (I’ve seen some really good flamenco dancers and I can tell you, I’ve never seen so much passion poured out in one performance.) The quote goes: There are no schools to create dancers, just as there are none to create poets… The technique, invisible for the spectator, forgotten…
