In the reflection of the mirror
A template of my features
Is looking back at me
She is in tears with red swollen eyes
She looks at me with weakness in her soul
Her vulnerabilities exposed in the open cold
Her fears, uncontrolled, raging like demons
Consume her from within, her heart eaten alive
The anguishing pain, so painful, so painful it hurts
She holds her breath, trying not to breathe
So that the pain no longer hurts, the recurring nightmares stopping to exist
In her reflection, she sees me.
Through the mirror, I have no fear in my eyes
I paint my lips red, in preparation of the night
I put on exquiste jewelry to match my black dress
I strap my stiletto heels to my ankles
Ready for the dance floor
Because tonight, there is only one queen
And the world is ready for her to conquer.
In the game of chess, the queen protects her king
There is no one else, except You and I
In this mirage of white and grey
I see beauty in your imperfections
Your life-force, addictive to kiss
I caress the scars from war on your skin
Your soul merging into mine
A bite… that is all it takes
To express my love for you
Step up Revolution (2012) is a well made dance movie with amazing choreography, contemporary a mercian dance moves and an underlying theme – that dance is a unspoken universal language which can be used to communicate to the public and gain the support of the masses. Dance, as we know it, is just, well, some motions on the body moving to some rhythm or beat. In this movie, they have elevated dance as a communication device – using modern technology such as YouTube, to gain popularity and support for their message.
This means that these flash mobbers – or political villgenttes, can use these skills for the good of the masses, or their own individual selfish egotistical needs. Initially, they wanted to gain over 10 million hits on YouTube to be qualified to win a grand prize of $10 million dollars. For these youngsters working as waiters in the day, this means a new start to their lives – money to go to college, to move to other cities, to travel. As flash mobbers, they risk getting arrested for public disturbance or injury from dancing on dangerously on cars or cargo containers. However, they are willing to risk it all for the one best shot at the grand prize.
After trying several attempts and falling short of first place on Youtube (almost losing to a singing cat), they decide to use dance as a protest against destroying their neighborhood – slums to be converted to luxury skyscrapers. The main character – Emily, daughter of the Anderson property group, falls in love with one of the lead male dancers, who encourages her to “break the rules” and be free of her father’s control. Naturally, as she is the sole heir to the property empire, her father is against her desire to pursue a dance career and join him in his mega property redevelopment venture. In defiance to his wishes, she joins the flash mobbers as lead dancer to protest against her father’s property development plans.
This conflict leads to the question – where does her loyalty lies? With her father or new lover?
This movie is about the transformation of Emily – the narrative – to achieve her own independence, free of her father’s control. She loves how life is like in the slums; dancing in a local latin club, taking a river ride down in a old motor boat, their lives free of society expectations and rules to upkeep. In her luxurious penthouse overlooking Miami beach, with the latest iPhone deck and silver Macbook for company, she ponders if her life has been an illusion of greed and overindulgence.
A strange calling is telling me to board the plane to New York, this instinct is so strong, I can’t explain it. It is luring me to go closer, and closer to the unknown.
When I close my eyes, I am in the middle of Manhattan, holding a yellow umbrella, sharp drops of rain falling through the skyscrapers, out of a scene in the Matrix.
The fear cripples my senses. My mind ceases to have logical thoughts. I am on the verge… of an explosion.
Lost in reverie
The silence and stillness
A fleeting dreamscape
She is standing there
… I can’t see her but she is smiling
Surrounded by angels
In a peaceful sleep.
She is afraid of her reflections in the mirror
It is another her, no, it is her.
cracking. shattering. blood.
All over and over, it repeats like a cyclone.
Every night, in her dreams, her bloody visions and tainted fingers.
In haunting night mares, in tears and sweat.
She is the vixen on the dance floor
The conqueror of emperors and kings.
Cleopatra personified, the face of Helen and the poison of ivy
She is, the queen of hearts.
