An Extended Hand
Cirque du Soleil--Alegria
The family saw their show last night.
(While I dog-sat their Oldy Dog Patriarch at home)
They were sitting in the front row.
The troupe bounded out and after some horsing around with his cohorts, the lead man danced over to my youngest DGD and he extended his hand;
she graciously accepted it.
She then begins to dance right along in an impromptu Tango across the front area. She is a ballerina who can stun an audience, ---OK, I admit the audience is usually made up of our local folks and families...
But, I know the lead dancer recognized her as one of them---no, they ALL did----and they made her whole dancing life and musical pursuits take on new depth.
She'll never be the same.
She'll never wash the aquamarine silk scarf that flowed from her neck and shoulders over her black outfit as she danced and swirled with him across the floor.
She was recognized by these driven artists----they are all a little crazy and are connected by some ethereal force that prods them on from their first glimmer of something beyond ordinary life----no matter what the art form or
She was recognized and she'll never be the same.
The family considered camping outside her bedroom door in case she decided to
'run off with the circus' last night.