Since working on Dancing Stars I’ve started to notice something interesting about the way “regular people” (non-dancers or non-habitual dancers) react to being in a dance studio space. For as long as I can remember, I have regarded a dance studio as one tiny step–at most–below a sacred space. In fact, in the Afro-Haitian dance classes I took in college we actually had a little ritual to do with a bowl of water when entering and leaving the studio. But until just recently I thought I was the only one who slightly fetishized the studio experience: all that open space, all that potential, all that blankness somehow serving as a frame for the concentration and repetition and work and progress of dance.
Then I noticed that Daniel’s partner Kathryn (substituting in recital for Ashley, who is on injured reserve) stuck around for an extra 20 minutes or so after she was finished rehearsing. She didn’t really need to be there; in fact, she had a date with her husband. But she stayed to watch us run through La Fille Mal Gardée. And then I remembered the time when Jack just randomly started doing cartwheels in the studio. He said that ever since the first time he’d been there, he had wanted to do cartwheels.
Dance studios are special. It’s pretty cool.
ETA: What if there are no non-dancers? Just former dancers, dancers, and future dancers?