ItalianoRAQS SHARQI: MY FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE
ARCA CLUB - Lake of Viverone (BI) ITALY - June 1999
ItalianoRAQS SHARQI: MY FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE
ARCA CLUB - Lake of Viverone (BI) ITALY - June 1999
The last sunset light was slowly fading by the lake ...
We had tried and tried from the evening before and the whole afternoon that day. Now the time had come.
We were 10 in the female dressing room, putting on our beautiful dancing clothes; the space was little and only one mirror to adjust the black kohl in our eyes and the lipstick on our lips, the coined-veils on our hair and the coined-dress and the hip scarves.
We were happy, excited, smiling and laughing to one another, and helping each other.
Outside the sky was cloudy and the air too fresh.
Yet, so light black-veiled dressed and barefoot, we were not cold: in a few minutes we would be on the stage and the adrenaline growth was sufficient to keep us warm.
Now it was not just the restaurant waiters and a few curious people shyly watching from due distance a test exercise like it was in the afternoon.
150 elegant-dressed people sat at the tables all around the groundlevel wooden platform, a real audience come to see a real show. And the light-technicians, the music technicians, the photographers ... All was ready.
Behind the stage, in a space somewhat hidden by bushes, we tried the last time, each by herself, the move sequence, in the terror to miss some step and step-change of the coreography. We heard the last reccomendations: whatever happens GO ON ... and SMILE smile smile ...
Then it went all very sudden and we were called to the scene, and I felt surprisingly calm and I was smiling. The music started and we did our steps: the circles, the walking egyptian and the standing hip egyptian, the arab step, the duck, the 8-s, the spins ... and finally - too soon - our end greeting and bow to the applauding audience. Then we stood silently in background while our lovely teacher danced her solo, and as she finished she called us again for a last bow altogehter.
So many weeks of exercise and now it is done. I can't forget this last Saturday evening, I'll dream it for a long time, my friends. I can't explain the emotion inside me.
I tried to share a bit of it with You.
Tanja
May who brings flowers tonight get the light of the moon (Chinese Zen Haiku)
