An odd venue for dance, and odd partners as well.
Sans barre or mirror, stage or studio.
Unplanned and random.
Masked and tentative, they began.
The dance was common and ordinary, something any child can do.
Something to pass the time.
But as they shared space and movement,
time and rhythm,
light and shadow,
thought and word,
they each rediscovered something new.
Soon, no longer needed, the masks were cast aside.
Each now continues the dance, in different venues,
with different partners,
always the same,
but somehow different,
since the dance in Row 19.
The masks?
They're still there,
on that unusual stage.
Waiting for the next partners
who dare to dance.
