pensnest: Lance in gay shopping mode (Lance Fabulous)
Full of grace.

Well. If I'd thought of it, I could have saved yesterday's for today! Never mind. I am sticking with the theme of dancing, and I'm going to talk about my Adored One, Lance Bass, who thought that as the worst dancer in NSYNC, he couldn't dance.

It's a bit like being the stupidest person in the room when the room is a MENSA meeting, really.

Anyway, several years back, Lance appeared on Dancing with the Stars. Unlike Joey's majestically inevitable progress to the final, Lance's time on the show was a bit like watching a runaway train and praying that it wasn't going to fly off the tracks. It didn't help that his pro partner, Lacey Schwimmer, was a newcomer to the show—she was a good choreographer, but didn't necessarily understand what was required of her.

Well. Which week was the Rumba? Week Seven, apparently—I didn't remember but it said on the intro. I do remember my intense indignation at Len's judging, because, you see, I think he'd been judging semi-competent dance routines for so long that he'd forgotten to watch the dancing. And it was certainly rumoured that he didn't like Lacey. He was completely preoccupied with the bare feet, and failed to see that this was actual Dancing - dancing with an emotional content that went beyond what they usually attempt on that show. (Frankly, the rumba is usually boring.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_7YFXUwBkc

I thought Lance was graceful and expressive in a way I'd frankly never thought I would see!His arms were lovely. Honestly, this dance was beautiful. It was 'real dance' in a way that these performances very, very seldom are—I dare say it was not technical perfection, but it touched my heart.

The partnership did other dances which were more fun—see the Mambo, the group Cha Cha (omg Lance was born to cha cha cha, who would have guessed?), and in particular the Jitterbug where he lost a shoe and didn't miss a step.

I was not at all surprised to see that Lance was actually rather a good dancer. I was not at all surprised that when he slipped and fell, he got back up and right into the dance. It, or something like it, must have happened many, many times when NSYNC were on stage. And besides, he's a musician and understands the beat of a song, so making a misstep did not throw him. (I think that in the same week as that magnificent Mambo, the woman strongly favoured by the judges - dammit, name? - did her worst dance, because she went wrong early on, and her partner could not get her back on track, because she didn't (in my opinion) really connect the music and the dance steps. It's a bit late to care, but I was most indignant at the time that Lance's musicality was not given enough credit.)
pensnest: male swans from Bourne's Swan Lake (Swans)
I found my way, somehow, to [personal profile] kat_lair's Carpe Diem prompts challenge. Today's, here, are based on "Monday's Child is fair of face" and suggest we focus on something, or someone, beautiful, for a fic, or on a beautiful thing we've seen or experienced, in order to squee.

I've been bereft of ficwriting inspiration for a while, but I can squee, so I shall. About an experience from... probably not far off twenty years ago, but still memorable. I haven't talked about this for a long time, so I'm going to say a little bit about the most moving experience I've ever had at the theatre.

It was a ballet. This is out of character for me, as I'm really not interested in ballet, and not particularly interested in dance. But this was the Matthew Bourne choreographed Swan Lake, which I had caught glimpses of at my parents-in-law's house—MIL was a big fan of ballet. And I happened to notice it was on, at Sadler's Wells, in time to obtain tickets, so I dragged my family thither.

'twas amazing. I'd never expected it would be *funny*, but so much of it was! The Girlfriend with her non-U ways, dropping a Maltezer, letting her phone ring. Some of the opening scene, with the little-boy Prince being put semi-automatically into his clothes, poor little lad. The 'disco'.

I had, more or less, expected there to be moments of beauty in there, and there certainly were. The swans, with their feathered trousers, were a bit silly, but when The Swan came on, wow. The courtship, the passion, just gorgeous.

The swaggering, sexy Black Swan, in leather, ready to seduce all the maidens and matrons including the Prince's mother; the Prince's misery at seeing it, and at being laughed at. And the really heartbreaking ending, with Prince locked up as a lunatic, being comforted by the Swan, then the attack by the other swans and the Prince's agony. There was so much in there, I can't remember all the thoughts/feelings that filled my head as I watched it—it was a swirling process of insights and emotions. I say it filled my head, but in many ways I think the performance bypassed my head and all the logic and reason I could muster, and went straight to my heart.

I sobbed. Not figuratively, I actually sobbed, it hurt my chest, great deep uprushes of reaction. I've never had such a response to a piece of art before (or since).

I've seen the ballet again - I went twice more, when it was on in Milton Keynes, and discovered that while The Swan is the beautiful one who dances like an angel, it is the Prince who breaks your heart. One of these two Princes broke my heart, the other didn't, I don't know why.

But I would strongly recommend this ballet, particularly if you have a place in your heart for slashy, passionate tragedy. It is beautiful.

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