I haven't been watching much television. But I turned it on last night to the program - so you think you can dance? - and once again was entranced. What is it about watching young people, at the very top of their physical abilities, give it everything they have to win over three judges? You can tell the ones that have been classically trained, probably years and years of dance lessons, recitals, commitments from not only themselves, but parents willing and able to pay and drive. I can tell you, having a daughter that danced for many years, it's not always easy.
Then there were the dancers that you could tell had zero advantages. All they brought to the table was pure talent. A talent, and a love of movement that brought them before those three judges, made of up of some of the world's best dancers and choreographers. Then, of course, there were the ones that didn't have talent, nor did they have training, some didn't even know what they were doing. But when they finished their dance, and walked up to the judges, their faces were all the same. Vulnerable. Pure vulnerability. Would the judges see what they saw, in their mind's eye, when they danced? Could this be the big break they longed for? Could they make it on to the next round, at least?
My heart soared when the ones who had worked so hard to hone their skill, regardless of how they got there, made it. I could feel their joy, their hope, and was truly excited for them. So I'll be there next week, hooked once again, on watching all the elements that make us human in their most raw and elemental form.