We are a San Francisco based group founded in 2004. We are a little bit of fire,dance,theater,jazz,rock'n'roll, hip hop,belly dance and all that is vaudville. We're crazy girls with crazy lives using our day to day to fuel the creativity we hold inside to bring you a show like no other and an experince to remember for always!
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When standing around waiting for something we must stretch something. Be it a calf muscle, a thigh or something else. It's an instinct.
If the item is small enough, and it falls on the ground we have to bend over at the waist, any stretch is a good stretch.
When we have a long strip of open floor we're yearning to do something across it, but are afraid of looks we might get.
We're constantly thinking of combinations we could do in the current area.
We really would rather be dancing.
We hate conceited dancers.
Marking a dance isn't any fun.
We do eat, we just work hard enough we don't gain weight.
Outside of dance we are actually very clumsy and accident prone.
Outside of the studio we don't look like dancers either, we slouch, we scuff our feet and we are completely unbeautiful.
When in stores, dancing is imminent. Turns, jumps and poses are sure to happen as soon as the isle is clear.
When we hear music we've danced to we have to do a part of that dance, no matter who looks at us.
If we have something we excel in, we have to show that one thing off. A.K.A. Turn out, perfect pointe, hyper extension, or such.
No where else but in a ballet studio will you see so many people taking off clothing and no one batting an eye.
When people ask to show off the one thing you do excel in, act like you hate it and don't understand why people like to see it.
If we get hurt we lie and say we're okay, no matter how bad it is. "No, my ankle is suppose to look like that."
If we're tired we lie and say we're not, "Sure I could go for another five hours, no sweat!"
Hungry? Yup, you guessed it, lie! "I'm not really hungry. Just give me some water."
Speaking of water, drink, drink, drink. Even if we're not thirsty, drink, it looks like we're working hard.
Dance has a specific smell, non dancers will never understand.
Cracks, pops and other such noises are dancer's body music.
We make the most music in the morning.
Classical ballet is harder then it looks.
Don't jump on concrete.
It's not uncommen to have 'off days'.
'Off days' are one of the worst kind of day we can have.
If we've done something incredibly stupid and hurt ourselves, we must tell everyone how we hurt ourselves stupidly.
If (and when) we fall on our ass, we have to make it look like we did it on purpose. Oh...and end it in the most beautiful pose you've even seen.
If you do somehow hurt yourself and can't do class you feel as though you have to at least sit and soak in what you can in class.
Mean teachers will never make as big an impact as kind ones.
We're willing to try anything once.
If we come close to doing something, we'll keep trying untill we do it. And it must be perfect.
Turning dreams are regular, it's not odd to have a dream where we do 30 to 40 Pirouettes and land perfectly, this is the best kind of dream we could have.
After these dreams when we wake up we think, "I've solved it! I know how to do perfect turns!" We never do though.
We could hate a song, then do a dance to said song and if the dance rocks wind up loving the song.
It's not unusual to buy a CD with a song we danced to, just for that one song.
After doing four, five, six or whatever you consider to be an amazing amount of turns look around and pray someone saw you.
No one saw.
If that rare time someone does see you do six turns they become your new hero and best friend.
We always count the turns. No matter whose doing them we count, three, two, seven, every head spot gets seen.
When messing around we do the best turns.
It's insainly argravaiting when we forget to count and we feel like we just did more then normal.
The teacher never sees when you do something damn good.
Our bodies feel like it's sixty.
We all get shin splits sooner or later.
The teachers pick on us personally.
Sitting outside of class: Energy 100%: I can't wait to get to bar!
At bar: Energy 70%: I can't wait to get to center!
At center: Energy 45%: I can't wait to go across floor!
Across floor: Energy 25% I can't wait for class to be over!
After class: I can't wait for my next class! Energy 110%(Fake Energy)
We find the rhythm in everything, music, hammering, turn signals, walking, everything and anything.
People who come the class to socialize piss the hard workers off.
Everything is counted in eighths.
We stand in variations of first, third or forth, and on rare occasions second and fifth.
If you manage to do more then your normal amount of turns at the start of the day forget about turning good the rest of class. You've used all your turning power up.
Those movements we're doing with our hands, those are dancer steps, twilling a finger, turns, lifting our hands up and down, jumps, it's a complicated thing non dancers will never understand.
Nothing sucks worse then working your butt off in a performance, you go out and bow, the audience gives you a pretty dang good response, then a young child comes out who did nothing and the house blows the roof off the place. At this point we wonder, I wonder how many rows I could kick that kid?
When some one falls down(And doesn't get hurt) at class, its funny. When someone falls down in a show in a dance other then yours it sucks for them, but its funny. When someone falls down in a show and its your dance it's not funny.
Watching ballet with non dancers sucks, our pointing everything out falls on deaf ears, "Wow! look at her feet!" "...Okay..." "What a great pointe!" "...Okay..."
Watching ballet with non dancers sucks, they point out stupid stuff, but we're quick to shoot them down and prove our dancing prowess "Wow! They sure did a lot of turns!" "Not really, their right shoulder was up slightly and they only did four, I can do four!" "That sure was a nice jump!" "I've seen better, their foot wasn't turned out enough, the spits could have been higher, and their arms would have looked better in third then fourth."
When we say such things, that look you give us gets old.
It's not uncommon for dancer to scream when watching a video of a really good dancer doing something incredible.
There's always someone better then us.
Show off discretely, and act surprised when some one compliments you.
Whine about how bad you are.
Whine about how awful your body looks.
Our legs are never long enough.
Our jumps are never high enough.
Our feet could have a better pointe.
We could have better turn out.
We could be more flexible.
We are always too fat.
On video, we always suck.
We want a clone, so we can sit in the audience and watch what a bad job we do.
You've just done something astounding, hard, amazing, and the audience... Does nothing... And as you stand, kneel, or whatever, you think... Clap you rotten...
Pitty claps suck.
You've just done something not very hard, but you get a great applause, try not to laugh.
We've done the best show ever! It was that one rare time in our history when we danced perfectly. We proudly watch the video over and over, then two years(Sometimes more, sometimes less), we watch it again, and cry, because we really looked awful.
When watching ourselves on video with non dancers we must point out our mistakes, even though they would never notice.
If we have room we must turn.
If on hard wood or linoleum, we must turn, even if we don't have room.
When our knee slams into the drain board, chair, cutting board, table, ect. after turning in the kitchen(or where ever) we must try again, to prove it wasn't us(It was the floor).
And above all else, hate those who are better then you are, especially if they're younger than you.
There are times when we don't bend at the waist when picking something up, in those cases we do great arabesques.
