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somethingspecial) wrote2011-10-17 07:45 pm
somethingspecial) wrote2011-10-17 07:45 pm
Entry tags:
- a teensy bit selfish,
- anna: my guardian angel,
- caution: diva at work,
- caution: emotions run high,
- i don't own emotion i rent,
- it's lonely at the top,
- little mermaid complex,
- missing the people who leave us,
- music is the universal language,
- my heart is too big for this,
- practice makes perfect,
- the king of pop,
- this place is fucked up,
- total ecplise of the heart
44 [Accidental Video]
[She's died. She's terrified of wandering Adstringendum alone and can't work up the nerve to go to her theatre after what happened there. She has yet to figure out what her death price is. Anna is gone from Adstringendum. And Rachel, who spends every waking moment of her time singing whenever things gets too much, isn't allowed to sing.
Luckily, she can dance. Which is exactly what she is doing, when the feed clicks on -- Rachel is at the dojo, in a corner of it, dressed in exercise clothing, sweating profusely as the music to one of the only working casettes she has working blasts out of the old boombox she has rigged into working. The choreography Rachel is using is directly from the original video and she is putting everything she has into replicating one of the most famous pieces of dancing in the history of music. After all, this is reportedly the best album of all time -- Rachel should do it justice.
But when she spins, she spins a little too quickly, and her feet catch together and, to her horror, Rachel falls squarely, yelping as she lands on her behind. She's still for a moment -- and the Van Halen solo kicks in -- and suddenly, Rachel darts to her feet and moves to a cloth dummy in the corner, and she begins punching it. As hard as she can, repeatedly, and she nearly knocks it over in her rush to pulverize the living hell out of the sparring dummy, perfectly in time to the bass of Michael Jackson's hit, before she punches it one last final time to send it to the floor with a dusty crash and a cough. But that isn't enough -- she kicks it hard enough to send it rolling into the wall, which shakes the PCD into shutting off.]
Luckily, she can dance. Which is exactly what she is doing, when the feed clicks on -- Rachel is at the dojo, in a corner of it, dressed in exercise clothing, sweating profusely as the music to one of the only working casettes she has working blasts out of the old boombox she has rigged into working. The choreography Rachel is using is directly from the original video and she is putting everything she has into replicating one of the most famous pieces of dancing in the history of music. After all, this is reportedly the best album of all time -- Rachel should do it justice.
But when she spins, she spins a little too quickly, and her feet catch together and, to her horror, Rachel falls squarely, yelping as she lands on her behind. She's still for a moment -- and the Van Halen solo kicks in -- and suddenly, Rachel darts to her feet and moves to a cloth dummy in the corner, and she begins punching it. As hard as she can, repeatedly, and she nearly knocks it over in her rush to pulverize the living hell out of the sparring dummy, perfectly in time to the bass of Michael Jackson's hit, before she punches it one last final time to send it to the floor with a dusty crash and a cough. But that isn't enough -- she kicks it hard enough to send it rolling into the wall, which shakes the PCD into shutting off.]
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Your muscles - physical and vocal are weak currently. But trying to do too much will result in permenant injury. You need to work up to things. Back to the basics. Warmups. Stretches. Simple stuff until you're going out of your mind with boredom. Then slowly add on to it.
You wouldn't try to lift twenty five killograms your first day at a gym, would you? It's no different.
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[It's a vicious hiss and Rachel knows that Ren doesn't know her the way that... well, her closest friends do, but Rachel lives through singing. She dies through singing. Whenever things get to be too much, Rachel sings, and releases all of that anger and heartbreak and sadness, and when all of these things happen, and Rachel is not allowed to sing about them --
-- well. Dancing furiously for three hours and punching dummies results.]
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I'm just trying to help. I'm no medical expert, but I've seen plenty of performers injure themselves and injured myself as well. I know what works and what doesn't.
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[And she was lectured, plenty, by the resident healer to not push herself. Because -- fine, light and airy singing, that's peachy, but Rachel's voice is powerful. She captivates entire audiences with one single note. Singing slightly to herself is not the same thing as singing. Not to her.]
-- I can't -- I don't have any other way to fix it. I can't -- keep it in.
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Hey, I know how doctors and such can be, but they're not singers usually. They don't get it. Don't know how the voice works and how quickly it can bounce back if you're careful.
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I know.