Lauren Morrow’s Dance World Novel: Read an Excerpt from Little Movements

The ⁣Weight of ‍Expectation and the Promise of Time

A new chapter had begun, filled with both excitement and a subtle pressure. It started‍ with a simple statement: “I ⁣can’t wait to see what you‍ do.”‍ This came from⁤ a figure poised to ⁣unlock critically important opportunities,especially given⁤ the current global climate and the long ⁢history of struggle.

My ⁣immediate thought drifted towards expected responses – calls for social⁣ justice,powerful performances steeped in tradition. Though, the gaze remained fixed on me, the individual‍ entrusted with shaping the future‍ of Black dance.

“Well,” I ⁣responded, eager to begin, “I’m excited to get moving in the studio.” I acknowledged the⁤ challenge, admitting I couldn’t guarantee a recreation of a ⁣masterpiece, but pledged to explore the possibilities.

“Do see!” ⁢came the encouraging⁤ reply. It was⁢ a call to ⁤ambition, a reminder not⁤ to underestimate my potential, even considering my past successes⁤ while balancing other commitments. Then came a story,⁤ a piece of wisdom gleaned from a different culture.

A‍ slight pause followed, ⁣a moment to gauge my understanding. “You‍ may know it.”

I confessed my unfamiliarity, ⁤prompting the revelation of a Swahili phrase: “Haraka haraka haina baraka.” ⁤It⁣ translates to hurry, hurry has no blessing.

The message was clear: true artistry⁤ requires patience. Fortunately, time and‍ resources ⁢were available. And, crucially, ‍I was encouraged‍ to ask for what I needed – funding, stages, recognition.

My deepest desire was simple: to be recognized⁢ for my‍ work. I wanted ⁤artistic⁤ directors and funders⁤ to know⁢ my name without hesitation, to actively seek my contributions, and to offer the respect ‍my art⁣ deserved. This opportunity, through ⁤Briar House and its ⁤connection to a well-funded ⁤institute, held the potential ⁤to⁣ make that happen.

A handshake felt insufficient. instead, a warm hug offered a sense of welcome and support.Her scent was subtle and refined,her hair soft against my skin. It was a gesture that spoke volumes about the trust and belief placed in me.

This moment wasn’t just about a new job; it was ⁢about the weight of ⁢expectation, the promise of time, and the ‍opportunity to create ‍something truly meaningful.⁤ it was a chance to move forward, not with haste, but with intention and⁣ grace.

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