I Danced With Passion To Spite The

I Danced With Passion To Spite The Music.

As Unnatural As Dancing Is, You Have To Find A Natural Way To Do The Unnatural.

The Nature Of My Compulsion Was Such That I Danced In My Sleep. The Entire Household Was Sometimes Awakened By Loud Thumping Sounds Coming From My Room.

The Voices Of Moral Authority In The Theatre Demanded Only Punctuality And Physical Performance. In The Light Of Continuing Pressure And Stress, The Occasional Lip Service Paid To Moderation Was Meaningless. Starvation And Poisoning Were Not Excesses, But Measures Taken To Stay Within The Norm.

I Know My Body. What Happened Is That I Got So Caught Up In The Applause I Forgot How I Should Dance. All My Life I've Been What Others Wanted - In Dancing And In Life. Now I'm Doing It My Way.