The countdown is on. Panic, anxiety (etc.) In the style of reality TV.
[Note that this post is to be read in the dramatic style of a Strictly Come Dancing voiceover-type.]
With 15 days until the final show, emotions are running high. 10 weeks ago, 14 of us started the journey; just 11 of us remain. We have two weeks to bring together performances in dance, acrobatics, tightrope, trapeze, clowning and hat juggling. We arrived at the course with dreams of circus glory. Will we get there? [Insert dramatic music here.]
The dance routine isn’t finished. Some of our clowning routines got laughs; others didn’t. [Dramatic music increases.]
On Tuesday I discovered I would be doing an acrobalance routine with Sophie. I don’t really know acrobalance (minor details) so I have commenced a crash course. Shoulders are feeling it.
This morning I played the song I’ll be using for a corde lisse performance, Cows with Guns for my circus performer housemate. He rattled off about a dozen reasons why no one would ever choose it for such a purpose: no real music, no melody, it has a storyline etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
Will we reach our goal?
[Fade out to ad break via flashes of falls, misshapen spins and general disarray.]
Tonia demonstrates the last-minute stresses of circus school
