Contemporary was an entirely different genre. Something about it was quite… free. It wasn’t as stiff and structured as classical ballet or as spontaneous as jazz. Contemporary did have the same technique necessary for classical ballet and came with an emotional part. That was something that was not so easy for Emi. She was a bundle of nerves sitting in the dressing room. Her mum was busy brushing her hair back into a neat bun, but soon their eyes met in the mirror. “Relax,” her mum said. “Just… don’t think about the movements. Let it flow through you. Act out what the song means to you.” She paused. “Ok,” she said turning the swivel chair so that it faced her. “Tell me what the song is saying. To you.” “Uhm…” Emi was about to bite her lip before she remembered that she was wearing makeup. She didn’t want to mess it up. “About trying to… uh… be who you are on the inside? Kind of like Mulan.” She grinned. Her mum chuckled. “That’s a really good connection, sweetie,” she told her. “And who are you on the inside?” Emi hesitated with this one. “Maybe someone confident?” her mum asked, winking at her. “Someone who doesn’t quite see how amazing of a dancer she is.” Emi smiled, a little embarrassed. “Mummy…” she mumbled, though she couldn’t help but giggle. She sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. So she had to tell the audience this story, of a girl trying to show her [confidence] true self but fighting off maybe shyness or something? And all through this dance… She crossed her fingers and hope she would do well. What she didn’t know is that she would take home the first prize in the Solo Primary 9-11 Age Division. She’d reflected the piece perfectly.
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