Open Auditions for Stylized Movement

Finally got the ball up and running with the dance company again. I kept putting off auditions, waiting for life to slow down a little. But life never slows down... it just gets busier and busier, until there aren't enough hours in the day. (Which consistently seems to be the case) So I've jumped back in full force.

Feel free to help me spread the word to local dancers, choreographers, musicians, artists, etc...

CALLING ALL DANCERS AND CHOREOGRAPHERS!!!

Open Auditions Jan. 22nd 2012

Where: Center Stage Dance Studio - 43 Broad Street - Hudson, MA

Time: 1pm - 4pm

Show - Reflections: As Time Continues to Change

**Repertoire will be based around life as it's changing, current events, issues with society, reflecting on your actions and how it impacts the world and others.

Show will take place during August of 2012 (Date TBD)

Stylized Movement is looking for dancers and choreographers, as well as other volunteers to assist with the production of this project

The show’s proceeds will be donated to a local charity that will be decided upon at a later date.

The audition will start with a warm up, across the floor, short piece of choreography. Then dancers will have a chance to perform a short 30-60 second solo.

To RSVP or for more info please visit: Open Auditions - Stylized Movement

Engage, Inspire, Create and Define.

Much love,
-Emily Cudmore
Artistic Director

www.stylizedmovement.com

 

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Stories Untold May Never Unfold

i dream of you
dream of feeling your soft kisses against my neck
as you tuck my hair behind my ear, and guide my lips to yours
i'm melting like an ice cube in an arid desert
much faster than the beating of my heart
echoing loudly inside my ribcage
It's a shock, a tingle, an essence, a moment
this feeling reverberating inside

i don't ever want to let go

Wendy Whiner

My day so far...

1. Got lost in the woods trying to find the country club. 

2. My GPS told me we had arrived and we were no where near a country club... :\
   When I got there I was trying to carry one of the boxes in through the front door and some cute young guy (golfer/member something) opened the door for me. My keys and papers fell off the box as I struggled to get through the front door. He asked if he could take them for me and I said, "No worries. I got it. " As he placed my papers and keys back on the top of this big box, I started walking in and I hit the edge of it on the door as I was trying to walk through and the box came back hit me in the face. Must have thought I was just a hot frikken mess. haha...
    

3. finally got back to work, and no time for lunch because of the interview schedule, and the wasted time being lost.
    

4. oh and my nylons just ripped,
    

5. I have a boo boo on my finger that hurts.

plaid is all the rage

Plaid clothing reminds me of my father. Growing up all he would ever wear was a pair of corduroy pants and a button up plaid shirt as his weekend attire... he still wears them, with a hanes crew neck t shirt with a pocket for his ciggys.
I also remember the plaid shirts I used to rock in 5th grade, when grunge was all the rage. Seems like its making a valid come back these days.

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finding happiness - a dream inside a dream

some nights I'm haunted even in my dreams... constantly searching for my happiness.

I couldn't find you anywhere. I'm walking through the woods, listening to the acorns and leaves crunch beneath my feet. Suddenly the trees part and open up to this enormous golden field that stretches for eternity. The grass is waist high, soft and dry with the wind blowing so it looks like rippling waves across the field. The sun is so bright I'm forced to squint and it's like I'm wandering around blindly. But I see you faintly in the distance, by the one giant willow tree that's around. It's branches long and leaning towards the earth.
I run. I run absolutely as fast as I can. I'm scared your going to disappear. Terrified. As fast as I run, it almost doesn't seem like you're getting any closer. 

But finally I make it to you. Fling myself into your arms and kiss you. I've needed those kisses so badly... and I'm telling you I've missed you so much and you're all I've ever needed.

Untamed

Untamed

Longing for the whispering winter nights
That brought along sweet nothings
And wandering thoughts
While the stars hung low
And the moon peaked over the horizon

There were naked branches,
Black silhouettes against the sapphire sky
As bare as my exposed soul
Unbound and set free
But what's set free can't be restrained
So I remain untamed and wild…

Diabetes Dreaming - Pump Challenge

I have lots of weird abstract dreams on a daily basis...

Last night I dreamt that my insulin pump came out and  I kept trying to reinsert it and it would go in my skin, but then the tubing would detach. I was flipping out and screaming for help, cause I knew I would die without insulin, however everyone ignored me and wouldn't stop and help me figure out why the tubing was detaching. Finally after about 12 tries of stabbing it in my thigh, side, and stomach and saying I needed to go to the emergency room I inserted it in my inner thigh. I thought it was fixed, but I touched the tube and it fell away
and started gushing blood. Like when they take an iv out and the blood force is so strong it just like sprays in out of a stream from your vein. I thought I was going to die, but John finally came and helped. Kissed away my tears.

I woke up. Didn't fully remember the dream until I was driving into work. I thought it was odd though. I guess I am a little odd. :p