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]]> By: Crimefightah http://www.movmnt.com/mia-michaels-calling_00350.html/comment-page-1#comment-139 Crimefightah Wed, 30 Jul 2008 19:23:58 +0000 http://www.movmnt.com/mia-michaels-calling_##350.html#comment-139 You’re only an “instant celebrity” to those who’ve just recently been introduced to your work. I look at SYTYCD as a vessel, and you, along with your colleagues, its fuel. I feel as though that vessel brought you into our homes, our thoughts and our hearts for a reason. I wouldn’t have known the difference between each style of dance...or each choreographer without stumbling upon the show. Like listening to a song that touches you, you go and seek out the artists CD, and it takes you somewhere. So, you listen to it again, and again. You memorize lyrics and each word reminds you of something. Each note moves you. And if they’re”lucky”, they land in your favorite music section on your “MySpace”, “Facebook” or in a play list on your “Ipod”. But they’re always there...to brighten a darkened sky or make it even more dark given your mood. You do the exact same thing with your movement. You reached out of the TV and grabbed the collar of my already wrinkled shirt. You pulled me in with a force incomparable to anything. All the while smirking, knowing you had a firm grip and there was nothing I could do. You’ve made me sit on this computer looking up every piece I could find that you’ve choreographed. I feel as though I’ve watched it all 100 times. I watch SYTYCD weekly and it’s like Christmas when I get to see a piece from you. Just like finding that CD and playing it over and over, and not being able to get enough, so goes the same with you, and your talent. I’ve never danced... I never will dance... (OK, you can’t call what I attempt to accomplish on a Saturday night at a club, dancing.) But I feel inspired by what you do. And you make me want to watch more. And you make me not want to blink. You may have been an “instant celebrity” at first, but now that you’ve roped me in, I plan on keeping you around a while to brighten or darken my everyday sky when I need it. You’re only an “instant celebrity” to those who’ve just recently been introduced to your work. I look at SYTYCD as a vessel, and you, along with your colleagues, its fuel. I feel as though that vessel brought you into our homes, our thoughts and our hearts for a reason. I wouldn’t have known the difference between each style of dance…or each choreographer without stumbling upon the show.
Like listening to a song that touches you, you go and seek out the artists CD, and it takes you somewhere. So, you listen to it again, and again. You memorize lyrics and each word reminds you of something. Each note moves you. And if they’re”lucky”, they land in your favorite music section on your “MySpace”, “Facebook” or in a play list on your “Ipod”. But they’re always there…to brighten a darkened sky or make it even more dark given your mood.
You do the exact same thing with your movement. You reached out of the TV and grabbed the collar of my already wrinkled shirt. You pulled me in with a force incomparable to anything. All the while smirking, knowing you had a firm grip and there was nothing I could do.
You’ve made me sit on this computer looking up every piece I could find that you’ve choreographed. I feel as though I’ve watched it all 100 times. I watch SYTYCD weekly and it’s like Christmas when I get to see a piece from you. Just like finding that CD and playing it over and over, and not being able to get enough, so goes the same with you, and your talent.
I’ve never danced…
I never will dance…
(OK, you can’t call what I attempt to accomplish on a Saturday night at a club, dancing.)
But I feel inspired by what you do.

And you make me want to watch more.

And you make me not want to blink.

You may have been an “instant celebrity” at first, but now that you’ve roped me in, I plan on keeping you around a while to brighten or darken my everyday sky when I need it.

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