It's easy to possess and direct someone physically. But the real challenge is helping their mental state. The mind and body are the most integral duo when it comes to making what you want a reality. So it's only right to teach someone that fact if they don't know it. Especially when they don't know why their mind and body aren't cohesive in the first place.
“Great job, Gina!” Ms. Rhodes says as the rest of us applaud, “Outstanding form!”
Gina gives a dramatic bow before getting back in line. Showoff.
“Ok, we’ve got time for one more performance,” Ms. Rhodes says, scanning the line to decide who’s going.
Don’t say me. Don’t say me. Don’t say me. Don’t say me.
“Tana!” she announces.
Oh, thank God.
“Remind your mother to order you another leotard. That pink streak is an eyesore. You’re up, Passion.”
I hate when she does that.
“U-uh, Ms. Rhodes,” I say, raising my hand, trying to figure out an excuse not to do it,
“If this is another doctor’s notice where he couldn’t find any paper, so he had you personally announce it, his objection is overruled. On the grounds that I said so. Now, let’s go. The sooner this is done, the sooner I can do my yoga.”
Goddammit. There’s no getting out of it, then. Might as well just get the humiliation out of the way. But let me at least do something I’m at least halfway decent at. I step away from the line and head to the uneven bars.”
“Excellent choice,” Ms. Rhodes says as pity applause follows.
I reach the low bar, taking a breath in an attempt to clear my mind. Ok. It’s just me. No one else is here. I’m all alone. Just here to do my standard routine. Nothing fancy. Nothing outlandish. Just something quick. Something simple, land, leave. Easy. Just a quick Shaposhnikova into a Tkatchev, a Shootover with a Pak Salto, Markelov, Double Tuck, done.
I hop and grab onto the low bar, perching myself up to a handstand. I then give two swings before leaping onto the high …