A dancer, choreographer should never sit down in a coffee shop, with some java and a book, and expect the normal joys of a coffee shop to be there... especially with tunes playing; courtesy of your ipod.
As you "seem" to be focused on reading some literature... a particular song comes up, the words on the page disappear into a large performance space, and there you are giving the best, stellar dance performance you've imagined under the heat of some bright, colorful lights.
In reality, your constrained sitting at the coffee shop... with complete strangers surrounding you. Immersed in your beautiful masterpiece - the ecstasy of the dance... you wonder. You wonder... why aren't they smiling? Why aren't these people enjoying themselves? The dance that goes through my mind, body, and soul.
I come back to reality. I can't imagine what the man or woman must be thinking across the shop from me. I don't think they can comprehend this out of body experience that dance can give me... constrained to my book, ipod and my cafe mocha. I'm afraid they can see the sweat build up as I sit, write of this experience... while I dance in my head; or out of breathe I really do feel just sitting here.
I can't imagine someone else actually relating to this ... or can I?
The Ecstasy of The Dance!
[I am still tweaking this here and there... TTL]
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