When I dance, I dance for me. My steps follow my direction, my heartbeat echoes their sound." - Unknown
Tonight was PDCS Filming Night for those dancers planning to audition for Pole Divas UNLEASHED. There were about a dozen of us there and we all got the opportunity to get up and film our UNLEASHED routines in front of a live audience. I was even lucky enough to have my face professionally painted and made-up for the occasion by Jen from Jen Oliver Beauty. I said 'Jen, I'm coming back from the dead to tell a story, can you make me look "sexy-undead"?' and she said 'I sure can!' As you can see below, she did a f**king awesome job of nailing my vision and creating a "sexy-undead" look.
But why did I want to look 'sexy undead' for a pole dance routine? Because this routine was not merely about showing off the tricks I had learned, the level I was at or exploring the musicality of the steps. This routine, danced to the song Joan of Arc by In This Moment, is not just a dance, but a story; I'm dancing a character I created based on the lyrics of the song and, since I'm not yet allowed to share the audition video with you (because, you know, I don't want to spoil it for anyone if I get into the competition) I thought I'd share the story I danced tonight instead.
After pole dancing, writing is my second passion, so it was great to combine the two in this way, creating both dance and writing inspired by music. Enjoy!
Content Warning: Horror themes and images may distress some viewers; simulation suggestive of execution by hanging may be disturbing for some viewers.
The Difference Between Good and Evil
"Who are you to even think you can know the difference between good and evil?" - Joan of Arc by In This Moment.
She dug herself out of the grave. It was a shallow grave, so it took barely any work to haul herself out of the pit they'd thrown her into, the noose still wrapped around her neck. She twirled it once before tossing it aside, leaving a ring around her throat like an ugly, black choker.
How foolish they were, to think rope could slay her.
They'd revered her once, come to her whenever they'd needed something. Sometimes it had been simple herbs or remedies, but occasionally they'd requested something darker: a spurned wife wishing to make her faithless husband impotent, a cheated labourer who wanted to watch his former master crumble, a disinherited son who wanted to rise above his brothers and bask in their envy. They'd all come to her, and she'd given them those things they'd wanted. She had been the supplier, it was true, but the choice to use them had been that of the client alone. She'd warned them, had she not, that there was danger in these things they desired, that it was easy to be black of heart but not so easy to undo the damage such darkness could inflict.
It had been slow, their turning. The wife now doomed to a cold marriage without children, the labourer with no one to employ him, the brother now so unloved his kin had made war against him. They'd been the first to say that fateful word: witch.
And once that word was spoken, there was no going back.
But those fools who beat and burned and hung her, how could they know? That the rope was a temporary stay, that the terrible forms they'd twisted her into were no more than slight discomforts, that she would rise so much more terrible than ever before?
They had not been wrong to call her a witch, but their stakes and their chains, their fire and their noose, would be their end, not hers. She had given them everything they had asked for, and they repaid her with agony and suffering.
And now she fought back. Potions and parlour tricks were one thing, but to think that was all she could do was utter idiocy. A flick of her wrist, a crook of her finger, a look to the heavens and she could bring fire and brimstone raining down upon them. She was fear, she was fire, she was fury, and not even their God could save them now.
"Go ahead blame me for you sins!" - Joan of Arc by In This Moment
If you're afraid to fall it means you're prepared to brave the heights from which you might fly.
Me With No Apologies.