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It's as much a pleasure as it is a torture when you have that much internal rhythm in you.
It's so much a blessing when you feel so much joy listening to music, singing and dancing.
Music and dance are in my blood. And that's when i feel the most alive.
I watched Hairspray yesterday. It wasn't a fantastic musical. Much catered to the teens crowd, it has a simple plot, with the usual accoutrements of the underdogs, puppy love and inequality.
But i still enjoyed the movie, purely for the music and dance in it.
I was tapping my feet throughout the show. I wanted to dance while watching it, but of course i couldn't do that in public. That's why i say having so much internal rhythm can be a torture too. I wanted to stand up on the seat, and dance and sing.
I dreamt about being a star, performing as the light shone on me, doing the shimmers and singing honeyed tunes.
Such wondrous torture. Such painful pleasure.
The gift of music and dance.