Alexia Beghi
My first year with Orchesis was a toughie. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I could go through with it a second year. The rigors of first year architecture coupled with my participation in 5 pieces in the show definitely took a toll on my health—mentally and physically. All-nighters at least 3 nights a week were commonplace for me. My parents never heard from me. My friends rarely saw me. And my roommate would be surprised to see me home before 9:30 and even more surprised if I was in bed before midnight. I kept looking forward to the end of Orchesis, to the end of our performances, to the end of all the madness, so I could at least gain some sense of normalcy and a few more hours of sleep at night. Showtime finally came along, and my architecture professor was kind enough to attend the performance with his daughter. Backstage after the show, they both went on and on about how much they enjoyed it, but what really got me was when, a few days later, my professor relayed to me that his daughter had begged him to sign her up for ballet lessons. This really touched my heart. Bogged down by all the other crap I had to deal with, I had completely forgotten why I loved this art so much, forgotten that dancing affects people. Sure we do it for ourselves, but more importantly, we do it for our audience. We do it for the little girls who may someday have dreams of becoming the next Gillian Murphy or Gelsey Kirkland (minus the drugs and anorexia), for our families that have watched us do 10 Nutcrackers, for our uncultured friends, and for those trying to escape the monotony of their lives. For two hours, they can forget where they are and just enjoy the purest form of expression—dance. Yes, we all have our tough days, but if we just keep our heads up and remember why we do what we do for as many hours as we do it, we will get through it, everything will come together, and we'll produce a beautiful final product.
PHoto: Keith Mosher

