As I stretched my limbs and started warming up, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Every performance of mine is a story, a piece of the fantastical journey I weave with my body, high in the air, defying gravity. I have always found that the thrill of swinging and twirling around a pole or a silk rope, telling tales of passion, defiance and longing, is inexplicably intoxicating. I am AndrГ©s, an aerial dancer from the vibrant city of Barcelona, and this is a glimpse of my world that swirls around teasing stunts and fantasy roleplay.
I remember a particular performance of mine with fondness and a hint of bashfulness. It was a piece I curated for an exclusive, intimate gathering of art enthusiasts in Madrid. Every dance is a roleplay, but this was different, I was not just the sizzling, macho Spanish aerialist anymore. As I swung from one end of the stage to the other, bathed in the surreal azure stage lights, I morphed into a ethereal water god. Each flip, each dramatic fall, every carefully controlled motion was a push and pull, a tease of the god's forceful prowess and his beguiling charm. Every move was intended to be a bookmark, a memory for the audience to savour, my 'x-bookmarks' creating a narrative of fantasy and fascination.
I remember feeling the charged atmosphere, the wide eyes, held breaths and the smouldering anticipation of the audience. It's then that you realize the power you have, the power to envelope spectators in an alternate universe, a world of tease and play, of dreams, and it is utterly enticing. Admittedly, it is this power that sometimes acts as my adrenaline, pushing me to experiment further, to innovate and push boundaries.
However, it's not all just about the appeal, the stimulation, the roleplay. There is an authenticity that is crucial, a rawness that is intrinsic to every performance. Without it, the spins, the flips and the dramatic falls are just empty spectacles, devoid of soul and spirit. The glint in the eyes, the tiny smirk on the lips, the subtle change in music cadence, the flex of muscles - they all need to have that raw, human element that makes the audience feel, that makes them connect.
So, as I descended from the act, donned in a gold and green costume, radiating the charisma of a mythical water god, my heart pounded with a different rhythm. I felt authentic, human, raw and it was not merely because of the athletic prowess I had displayed or the role I had enacted. It was the act of sharing, of opening up my fantasy world to others, of inviting them into a hypnotic ballet of teasing and roleplay.
It's the x-bookmarks we leave behind, the memories we create that elevate a performance to an experience, a fleeting moment to a lasting sensation. So, as I prepare for another performance, another role, another dance, I find myself ravenous. I am ravenous to tease, to allure, to once again imbue the scene with fantastical love stories that hang from the air.  |
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