K’s show opens on Friday, and we were in the theatre all day yesterday for our tech rehearsal. It went okay, but brought out some of the usual drama that accompanies performance week. I consider myself a pretty level-headed performer. I don’t get extraordinarily nervous or anxious, and love the energy that comes with performing. But I can also get sucked in to all of that Other energy. The kind that comes from folks who desperately need attention, either good or bad. I mean, I puked my guts out Saturday night and spent all day Sunday supine on the couch trying to recover, but you don’t see me making a big fuss about it. I just wish folks would just do their freakin’ job and leave the other stuff at the door. It is events like this that make the think it’s not dance I’m tired of, it’s all of the other shit that comes with it. I still adore moving. But I’m also feeling too old to deal with some of the politics of dance. Perhaps I need another venue. Or maybe just a total career change? But as I approach 40, is it too late?
