Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine. ~ Ludwig van Beethoven
************************ The Road to Divinity
Time, Sylvie was never more conscious of it than when she was alone. That sense was increased when she had something on her mind. She looked to the video cassette she held in her hand and reflected on the conversation that had passed between herself and Anthony. He was right when telling her that the timing was horrible to try and do a second production. It was understandable in her opinion why that was so. The Ballet corp was well into rehearsals for La Bayadere, still he'd heard the proposal and believed that it still needed to be done.
For Sylvie that meant a smaller amount of participation in the theater's production. She didn't mind. When Anthony had come to her about the project, she'd resisted at first. It was a big job, and one that would receive limited acclaim. The venue was what had changed her mind. This production would take place in the children's ward of Riverview clinic. There was a time for seeking recognition amongst her peers and the delight to the lovers of dance. There was also in her a moral code that said sometimes you did things because they were the right thing to do. Sylvie knew this was one of those times.
The idea had come from a place she'd never have expected. It was likely that if Kruger hadn't had ties to the theater it never would have been taken seriously. No, likely wasn't nearly strong enough a word for it. She was certain it was fact, and maybe she admired whatever he'd been able to say to make it happen. There was a part of her that wondered if he wasn't just trying to advance some private need to be in the spotlight again. She'd seen some of his performances, and he was decent in his roles, funny sometimes when the role really required something else. If Ludo didn't mind who was she to question the interpretation. In the back of her mind though she had a few memories of the man in question. Times when there was no one looking and he wasn't constantly performing for the people around him.
It was those times she began to study clinically. If she knew one thing from her observances of Kruger at these times, it was that he did have a great love for children. While many of his antics when amongst them were wild beyond compare. It was one of those times when he didn't care about the perceptions of others. This had helped her to understand where the idea came from, though perhaps it was a shock to discover that he spent time at the ward among the children. There might have been people more suited to that particular role, but if she were to continue being honest with herself, that number wasn't high.
The source material made sense considering who was offering it. Sylvie had watched the tape already and it did have the potential to make for a poignant mini ballet. She wouldn't have picked a duel as the basis for it, or thought that appropriate for kids. This was Rhy?Din though and there was a growing respect for the sporting community. She'd watched, and watched again, taking note that there was indeed a story to be told. It would be far less violent than the real thing, but that was of course what choreographic interpretation was for wasn't it' There was in this particular fight, plenty of emotion present. It had a lot of suspense, and the intricacies of the moves could be reflected so well with dance.
The more she stopped thinking of reasons not to do it, replacing them with how it could work, the more she was fully on board. The corner of her lip rose in a microsmile coupled with a nod. Her doubts were systematically replaced with the potential for making the project a monumental success. There was of course one nagging thing that stayed with her, and that was the requirement of the male principal. This was her most nagging doubt, and one that she'd take steps to account for even if it meant convincing him that it was best for the production if he stepped aside.
Time, yes it kept ticking, even in this room by herself. There always seemed to be some way to hear it sliding by in the tick of a second hand, or like now the hum of an electric clock. It wasn't much of a sound, if there were anything going on in the room it would easily have drowned out the sound. Thoughts are silent, especially when the thinker of them has tuned out everything but those thoughts. Sylvie slid the cane from her lap, it's rubberized tip thudding against the floor a moment before she used it to push herself to a standing position. The decision was made. She'd take on the project, run the rehearsals out of the Black Cat studio. The only thing left to do was to assemble a team. One that could create something from nothing and do it in a time frame that was probably too short.
If this were a production for the general public, it was likely it would get a full year of preparatory work. This was going to be far more aggressive though. Months to create the dance, score it teach it to the dancers and arrange the venue. It wasn't impossible, if she could pull from the theater's labor resources it wouldn't even look daunting. That wouldn't be the case, the depth of those resources would be limited to her. She'd need to look to her producers to arrange for competent labor. Still, she was far more confident coming out of the empty practice room than she had been going in. There were a lot of folks in the city who had the skill necessary to make this a success. Anthony had promised that Sylvie could approach whichever dancers she wanted for it too. She already had one choice in mind, and while her presence in La Bayadere would be missed, this would be a great opportunity for the girl.
************************ The Road to Divinity
Time, Sylvie was never more conscious of it than when she was alone. That sense was increased when she had something on her mind. She looked to the video cassette she held in her hand and reflected on the conversation that had passed between herself and Anthony. He was right when telling her that the timing was horrible to try and do a second production. It was understandable in her opinion why that was so. The Ballet corp was well into rehearsals for La Bayadere, still he'd heard the proposal and believed that it still needed to be done.
For Sylvie that meant a smaller amount of participation in the theater's production. She didn't mind. When Anthony had come to her about the project, she'd resisted at first. It was a big job, and one that would receive limited acclaim. The venue was what had changed her mind. This production would take place in the children's ward of Riverview clinic. There was a time for seeking recognition amongst her peers and the delight to the lovers of dance. There was also in her a moral code that said sometimes you did things because they were the right thing to do. Sylvie knew this was one of those times.
The idea had come from a place she'd never have expected. It was likely that if Kruger hadn't had ties to the theater it never would have been taken seriously. No, likely wasn't nearly strong enough a word for it. She was certain it was fact, and maybe she admired whatever he'd been able to say to make it happen. There was a part of her that wondered if he wasn't just trying to advance some private need to be in the spotlight again. She'd seen some of his performances, and he was decent in his roles, funny sometimes when the role really required something else. If Ludo didn't mind who was she to question the interpretation. In the back of her mind though she had a few memories of the man in question. Times when there was no one looking and he wasn't constantly performing for the people around him.
It was those times she began to study clinically. If she knew one thing from her observances of Kruger at these times, it was that he did have a great love for children. While many of his antics when amongst them were wild beyond compare. It was one of those times when he didn't care about the perceptions of others. This had helped her to understand where the idea came from, though perhaps it was a shock to discover that he spent time at the ward among the children. There might have been people more suited to that particular role, but if she were to continue being honest with herself, that number wasn't high.
The source material made sense considering who was offering it. Sylvie had watched the tape already and it did have the potential to make for a poignant mini ballet. She wouldn't have picked a duel as the basis for it, or thought that appropriate for kids. This was Rhy?Din though and there was a growing respect for the sporting community. She'd watched, and watched again, taking note that there was indeed a story to be told. It would be far less violent than the real thing, but that was of course what choreographic interpretation was for wasn't it' There was in this particular fight, plenty of emotion present. It had a lot of suspense, and the intricacies of the moves could be reflected so well with dance.
The more she stopped thinking of reasons not to do it, replacing them with how it could work, the more she was fully on board. The corner of her lip rose in a microsmile coupled with a nod. Her doubts were systematically replaced with the potential for making the project a monumental success. There was of course one nagging thing that stayed with her, and that was the requirement of the male principal. This was her most nagging doubt, and one that she'd take steps to account for even if it meant convincing him that it was best for the production if he stepped aside.
Time, yes it kept ticking, even in this room by herself. There always seemed to be some way to hear it sliding by in the tick of a second hand, or like now the hum of an electric clock. It wasn't much of a sound, if there were anything going on in the room it would easily have drowned out the sound. Thoughts are silent, especially when the thinker of them has tuned out everything but those thoughts. Sylvie slid the cane from her lap, it's rubberized tip thudding against the floor a moment before she used it to push herself to a standing position. The decision was made. She'd take on the project, run the rehearsals out of the Black Cat studio. The only thing left to do was to assemble a team. One that could create something from nothing and do it in a time frame that was probably too short.
If this were a production for the general public, it was likely it would get a full year of preparatory work. This was going to be far more aggressive though. Months to create the dance, score it teach it to the dancers and arrange the venue. It wasn't impossible, if she could pull from the theater's labor resources it wouldn't even look daunting. That wouldn't be the case, the depth of those resources would be limited to her. She'd need to look to her producers to arrange for competent labor. Still, she was far more confident coming out of the empty practice room than she had been going in. There were a lot of folks in the city who had the skill necessary to make this a success. Anthony had promised that Sylvie could approach whichever dancers she wanted for it too. She already had one choice in mind, and while her presence in La Bayadere would be missed, this would be a great opportunity for the girl.