Friday, February 20, 2009

Five, six, seven, eight...

One of the great things about my circus is that we have musicians on stage with us. Not only that, but we have music composed for us. Not only THAT, but the artists have quite a lot of say when it comes to the music we’ll be performing to.

Originally, I was going to have some nice, soft, pretty music. Then, after an impromptu jam session during my training time, the musicians and I conspired to have some full on rock music. After the first official look at my number, our plans have proved successful. More so than we could possibly have imagined…

I haven’t heard the finished piece. I’ve worked with improvised bits, but that’s about it. The musicians have been holed up in their little music cave, working away while the base line reverberates through the Chapiteau.

I’m incredibly excited because the music is dark, sexy, violent and intense. I’ve never worked to music like this before. I’ve always been either little and cute, or pretty and melancholy. For once, I get to play the hot, bad ass.

The musicians are incredibly excited because, from what they’ve told me so far, the music really rips, they really let loose, they (the company) has never had music like this before, and its just a killer piece of music.

All I need now is a copy...

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