oh yesss! now that the grrls have seen each other. scoped each other out, kissed, run, fucked themselves over and come back to something tasty, now that they've even danced happily together and been up & down & around, it's time for the ugly real of everyday.
malinda will run away one more time. while she's gone, isabelle will spiral into her own shit, fall, and wallow in it.
then malinda comes back and helps her out. and they have some fun, until malinda falls into her old shit. and isabelle isn't sure she wants to deal with that. but she does. and so on.
and eventually, they both fall, and climb up together, and can dance harder now that they have the vocabulary of the bullshit. because after all, that shit brings you closer. and that is fucked up and real and whoa. and thank god for my real life muse.
(it's also what's been missing as my dancers have been thowing themselves into the initial stages, but shouldn't, god help us, get into these later stages, at least not for a long time. which is why i'm the choreographer, and why this is not a collaborative structure. and why process rules.)
and thank god[dess] for fucking gay ass al anon. that shit is annoying. that shit is dopey, and that shit really helps.
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