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|Written by Nozomi Imanishi|
|Thursday, 25 June 2009 02:45|
Three weeks ago I wandered into a traditional Japanese dance rehersal by accident. I then found myself coerced into learning said dance. This in itself is a wonderful thing, very beatiful, so traditional, "look at me, I'm getting in touch with my roots" etc. The problem lay in that this weekend in Okinawa there is a major Christian conference in town. And we were to perfom at the Opening Welcome Ceremony, in front of a small, intimate group of around 100 people.
Which meant that for the last three weeks I have busted a gut trying to learn all the subtle nuances of buyo, (the dance style) and there are many, all for today. The photo below shows us mid-performance. (Really, the getting ready, with the hair and make up was a whole 'nother Titan effort...)
I was so nervous. I mean, really sit down and puke nervous, but things went off without a hitch and I actually enjoyed myself (especially towards the end). It was great!
Now I can put away this dance which I've lived and breathed for the last 3 weeks. I've washed and hung the yukatas to dry. They are ready to be folded and given back to their owners, and I'm about to celebrate the end with some ice cream.
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