3 days before the recital, medyo gumagaling na si Coleen, at nakakasabay na siya sa mga tinuturo ni Ryan. One time sa rehearsal room, Ryan played a music, and danced with it.
"Dati rati, sabay pa nating pinangarap ang lahat, umaawit pa sa hangin at amoy araw ang balat" – Dati, ni Sam Concepcion.
"Alam mo Rye, parang may mali sa galaw mo. Diba nga you told me na, this type of dancing is all about expressions, sa kung ano ang nararamdaman mo that time you heard the first beat?"
"What do you mean?"
"You danced to the music based on what the lyrics dictates, you should dance it based on what the beat dictates, on how you feel about the beat."
"Akala ko ba you're not into dancing, at wala namang ganyang tinuturo sa Academy noon."
"Rye, I'm not a dancer, pero I know music, I'ts my life. I sing, I compose, I express. And, hindi lahat ng bagay natututunan sa school, yung iba, dapat ikaw mismo ang maka-alam. Kailangan mong magmasid sa paligid mo, makiramdam ka, dun ka matututo, I learned that from my Dad."
"Wow ah, ang lalim nun, pero di ko parin gets eh."
"You played dati by Sam, sinayaw mo siya, base sa alam mong istorya niya, base sa alam mong steps, pero you really didn't portray what the song really wants to tell. Maganda yung background beat niya alone, it's like two couple birds, reminiscing the time they first learn to fly, until the time they explore the sky, and the time they part ways. Parang ganun, you interpret it in another way na malapit dun sa mensahe ng kanta. Gets mo na?"
"Wow, you really area brilliant girl. Di ko naisip yun ah, so we have a routine na. This is it."
BINABASA MO ANG
Where Angels Fall....
Kısa HikayeWe have our own choice, we have our own destiny. We draft our own destiny, we write our own life story. We commit mistakes, but as we fall, we learn and stand strong.
