When the Moon Fell

That is the title of the current manuscript I'm writing. I know it's premature to have a title before the story's done, but its helped focus my words as I pound through the plot and stay true to the essence of what it all means.

When the Moon Fell is also the title of the piece I just choreographed for CSUS' next performance. I am a guest choreographer and opening night is Wednesday. I couldn't be more excited for my dancers who are some of the most talented dancers I've ever choreographed on. It's a solo and the two dancers will be switching off nights.

Alyssa and Gem are the moon falling from the sky, barely hanging on to the night that keeps them there.

image via Free People Blog

I was interviewed by the newspaper to talk about my piece. Standing in front of the man's digital recorder, I basically rambled on about nothing, completely embarrassing myself in print. (This is why I'm a writer, people!)

Luckily, I was given a second chance when the choreographers were asked to write a quick explanation of their pieces to be displayed in the stage lobby .  Here's what I came up with.

The moon.

Smooth. Bright. Glossy.

Hanging like a pearl in the sky.

Few know her cracks; less have touched them.

They are there, although she hides them well.

They are obscured by her light, her undeniable presence.

Quiet in the morning, undeniable at night, she and her scars are always there.

How do you hide your scars?

If you're interested in seeing the show, let me know.

Performances run from Wednesday night to Sunday matinee in Solano 1010 at CSUS.