Choreographer's Diary
by Leigh Witchel
Day 33 - September 11, 1999.
5 days until the performance.
We work in the early
evening on Saturday to give Horizon a final cleaning rehearsal
- beginning Monday, we will be using rehearsal time to run all
the ballets.
My friend Amy comes to
rehearsal as an extra eye to help out with the ballet. I'm glad
she's here, the central part that Frances is doing was originally
choreographed on her, but she was unable to perform it because
of a ripped ligament in her foot. I begin by cleaning the last
three minutes of the ballet (where we left off the last rehearsal)
and then we run/mark the piece movement by movement, giving notes,
and then do a run full out. Amy asks me why they're marking the
movement by movement section, and I explain that the studio floor
is so hard they really can't do the ballet twice full out. I'm
not making excuses for them, unfortunately. One day, I jumped
a little to demonstrate something and my ankles and back started
to hurt. Alas, finding 110 consistent hours of rehearsal time
for an affordable price in New York City is no easy task.
The rehearsal progresses
in an orderly enough fashion, although with the same edginess
that's been present. I have to really insist on the dancers paying
attention to me, they're wrapped up in their own anxieties and
concerns. Once all the notes are given and the rehearsal ends,
all hell breaks loose. I spend a good deal of time listening
to some upset dancers who can't communicate their concerns to
their partners. It's upsetting to them, and justifiably so, but
I've done six concerts now, and something similar to this tends
to happen right about now. I need to mediate where necessary,
but most of this is nerves. At this point in the process, I've
gone from being a choreographer to being a manager, because the
steps are done and that's what's needed.
Day 34