Lady Gaga – The Edge Of Glory
Encompassing Rock n’ Roll, 1980s’ Disco, Ballet, and even Naruto, this year’s Dance Venia’s FOA is simply breathtaking. Basking in the iridescent limelight, the dancers, or our Acsians, seemed to all forgot about their roles as IB students who are in the midst of the hectic application season; they deeply immersed in the artistic world where dance movements replaced all verbal communications. Words were redundant. Today is their moment of glory.
Dance as an art form dates back to the Ancient Greek, where the great philosophers consider dancing as the best way to expressing human emotions. This magical form of arts has not lost its aurora; instead, it continues to blossom in this age of Facebook, Twitter or iPad. I guess it is one way in which people can unburden their worldly anxieties and let the body move, spin, jump to unleash the mounting pressure that everyone in this modern age bear. I used to consider dancing as girlish, frivolous and sassy; yet, when I saw the dancers used their body language to communicate the hidden message embedded in each music piece, I was spellbound. All adjectives are unnecessary; dancing is one of our primal human desires, is how we should live, is how we should interact with other human beings.
Life isn’t easy for the dancers. I cannot estimate the number of hours they had locked in for practice. It must be unsurprisingly enormous. The year sixes experienced even greater pressure: sandwished by unfinished assignments and the imminent IB examinations, they needed to strike a balance between dancing and school work. Well, I wasn’t an overachiever so I could not balance myself well between two demanding tasks.
Maybe in 20 years’ time, what the group of talented and diligent dancers would remember isn’t the academic vigor in this institution, but the every tear and sweat that they sprinkled on the dance floor, the standing ovation that today’s spectators gave for the curtain call, and the limelight that showered on them. Yes, it was their moment of glory; they were on the edge of glory.
R.K.
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