Red curtains tease the stage. A familiar must floats in the air, thick with the work from past performers. Almost like their sweat and tears settled into the fabric of this place. The El Rey.
2 hours and counting before a run through of Life through Dance. Artists are about to grace the stage with their movement, and I am cloaked behind a lens waiting for the magic to take me away. Hairspray, costumes, countless pairs of shoes, champagne, and deodorant everywhere. The life of a dancer.
