If you ask people on the Cal Ballroom team why they decided
to join ballroom, you will get all kinds of different answers. Some will say: “I’ve
always wanted to try it,” and others will say: “My friend dragged me here.” You
might also hear: “I wanted to meet girls,” or “I want to be more confident.” If
you ask third and fourth years why they keep dancing, you might hear reasons
like: “I love the people,” “I want to get really good,” or “I just love to
dance.”
Ballroom dance is an art form, but we are judged on our
performance. It is a sport, but it must also be beautiful. It is different from
most other dance forms in that it focuses on communication between two people
without speaking, as well as technique with a level of complexity associated
with playing the violin.
Dance is about moving with the music. It’s about telling a
story to the audience through movement rather than words. It’s about the feeling
of grace flying and twirling across the floor. It is the satisfaction that you
are improving, it is mind-blowing realizations, it is discovering that your
body had muscles you never knew existed. It is beautiful dresses and painful
shoes and always keeping your poise, even though your shoe broke in the middle
of competition and you tripped over your partner and ripped your dress. It is
about performing under stress. It is about learning how to stand up straight, to
pull your spine back through your shoulder blades, and to breathe through your
left lung. For me, it is about that one moment where you and your partner feel
like one being. One is cause and the other effect, and together you create an
illusion.
So
much of dance is an illusion. The illusion of movement and the illusion of
stillness. The illusion of speed, of stature, of power beyond the limitations
of the body. The illusion of ease. The illusion that you're creating the music
as you dance, that sound emanates from your movements. To dance is to deceive,
not as a liar deceives, but as a magician deceives, to suspend disbelief and
bring wonder to the audience.
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