Here’s another. The ballet. Boundless. 

I didn’t know what to expect with this one. It’s an unknown ensemble created for a time that needed emotion. Positive emotion. 

The first act was interesting. A series of shadow play and movement. An illustration of beauty in a (very) vague (to me at least) way. 

The second is where things resonated. Two spirits coming together and doing a dance. He is forever supporting her. She is a vibrant entity. He is shrouded in black. They share personal moments and the courtship begins. A partnership emerges. 

At one point she walks away and he follows. They embrace. 

And then it resumes. 

The entire time he supports her. She is center stage; fully displayed and draped in various colors. On display, doing her dance, the whole time he acts as a support system, sometimes outshining her, but never loses focus. But the beautiful thing? She supports him, too. 

They dance and it is beautiful. In a foreign synchronized dance they work together. On the outside it looks like she is the main piece, the shining star. But in reality, he helps support her and what they produce together is a thing of beauty. 

Once the “show” is done they embrace. Ending the moment with a pose together that signifies that it wasn’t about one person, but a partnership. 

A true thing of beauty. 

I teared up. This is what I want. I don’t need to be center stage, I just want a partner. 

There was a third act, but I have to be honest. It was mired in what felt like religious undertones, and I was actually quite intoxicated by this point so I didn’t pay much attention. So much so that I completely forgot I wrote this. 

I have no idea if this was the intent of the piece, but this is how I interpreted it. It’s beautiful, emotional, and uplifting. 

And it’s a bittersweet reminder that it’s what I ultimately want but…