When an evening brings your open-mindedness and your connection with art and chaos into perspective. An improvisation evening "Entre mouvements et mots" takes place at the Cercle à Québec. I am motivated, looking for mobility to be without thinking.
Are you studying art at the university?
I'm just kidding. Not at all. Not at all. I'm studying management. Their eyes of the contemporary dancers I meet round off:"Interesting! What the hell are you doing here? Did you just improvise there in front of everybody?" Yeah, I thought it was the party rule, actually... they've been surprised a few times." No, but you're right, you're brave, I don't know if I could..."Well, I'm surrounded by dancers who don't dare to dance? I'm starting to freak out.
The words. Micro improvisation.
One of the two organizers, the actor, impregnates us with his poetry invented on the spot. Added to his sewn, cut, cut, suspended, low, sharp lyrics is the music launched by the mixer. We are all sitting wisely in front of them. I quickly understand that nobody wants to get into the "movement" part of this evening.
Movements. Fear in his swing.
I'm getting up. I'm gonna sit on the stage. I'm lying down. The projectors are lighting up above me. Great... they could have stayed extinct, that would have been nice... Really? I am on a stage in front of 10 professional artists, the lights in full view, and the words of the actor who continues to improvise "Princess, Heart, Glitter". I can't hear anything else, I have a heartbeat of ten thousand in my ears. Sweaty hands. The thoughts that burst. And all my body that wants to move and yet lies on the floor. I deign to turn around, lie on my stomach and simply move my legs. A timid start. Then, with their eyes closed, some fearful attempts were made. I lose all notion of space, I don't know where I am placed on the stage, in which direction the audience is. I sometimes open my eyelids to catch a glimpse of the surroundings, so as not to end up in the decor.
It wasn't sensational. My tetanized body that wanted to overcome its fears.
Coming out of one's comfort zone ", it is in moments like this that we understand the full extent of this sentence. I didn't come all the way in here to sit my ass on a chair when all I want to do is dance! I didn't repeat all those times that you had to support yourself to let yourself be intimidated by pressures (perceived as) from the outside. It didn't kill me. I ended up sitting on stage feeling limited and tired. I watched the dancer downstairs who had finally started her turn.