When I took my dog for his morning walk I went out with my mobile phone. I guess that I'm horrible that I used this time to take a call. To Ilan of course. I wanted to be sure that he's about to be ready. Few weird things of last year, so... He said that The friend brings him cause she will come with her car through his street anyway. I asked him to call her cause last year I called her from Suzanne Dellal and woke her up by the way. He said it fit her to sleep.
This time I came at 8.00 AM sharp as needed. I saw no one and the door was closed. I checked if it locked. It wasn't. A man who probably work there looked at me. I said hello and he answered. I went to the dressing rooms. Just like last year - Neta and the kids at the room which is closer to stage. I saw them all there. I needed nothing more. Just hello and I went to the other room. The assistant was there. Although I don't like her - I found myself behave with her like a friend. I made another call to Ilan. He was still waiting to my friend who still didn't come to pick him up. He said it was a mistake to trust her about it and he will know for next year. He asked me to warm myself. Neta behaved like she see me for the first time and said hello again. I went to change amd started talking with the assistant about the things we should wear. The Russian girl came, the snobbish woman and her daughter a bit later on. I called Ilan again. They are on the way. I told him that I need to wait with my hair cause the friend said it will be easier to do it from the start than fixing it. I don't remember what did he say that she asked him to tell me to brush my hair and wet it till they come. I did it. Some more girls came. Me? Wet my hair from time to time and brush my hair. Endless brushing. Some of the girls couldn't ignore my hair. Some are are not used to see it this way and some are not used to see it at all. They came in a half hour late or a bit later. My friend came in. Ilan picked up and went to the other room. I went to say hello and got back the room I was in. My friend helped me with the hair like nothing happened at the evening before, like we had no fight. the assistant started to take some photos in her phone, by the way photos of my friend taking my hair. I asked the assistant if it will get to Facebook. Some girls we are not allow. Hey, it isn't from the show! The assistant said that she will upload to the group, we'll do whatever we want with it. At the end I just saved it. I won't upload to here, not because of Neta. I have other reasons. My friend made it this time more traditional flamenco than it was last years. I think that even more beautiful. I went to Ilan for showing it to him. He was alone there because Neta was up on stage with the little girls. He took some photos of my hair, some I already uploaded here. I went out. He called me again and offered me some chocolates. Of course! After that he asked for hair grease if I don't mind to give him from mine. No problem! After the photos and chocolates I can't say no for this request. I asked if we'll have some photos together. Fine, just few things before.
He wasn't really ready for photos. He started to practice at the hall of backstage near the dressing rooms. OK, this way I get a push to practice myself. We made a long practice two of us, mostly with the siguiryia. Although I didn't feel ready I was amazed to find out that I know it better than I thought I do. Few things I could remind him how does steps goes. One thing he remembered in one way and I remembered it a bit different. I trusted him after all and we did it in his way. I had some other mistakes we made another practice for I could do the steps better. Neta came back and to say hello to him. By the way she came like for kissing me. What? She with a hand on my shoulder, I'm with a hand on her waist. Kiss in the air from very far. OK.... Practice some more. Some other girls joined us. At the end I was remembered right the order of steps that we both remembered different. The assistant wanted to practice the tangos but somehow we made it when she wasn't around. The beginners wanted to practice with us when they heard us sing. Yeah, right, we're in the same level... The little girls looked at us as well. After a while Ilan and me found ourselves again practice alone, this time with a crowd of little girls who watch us. Ilan started to dance them a buleria. didn't take too long till I recognized the buleria of Mondays. The little girls smiled and were a bit shy. Some more practice. One photo together and we moved on.
We've been called to dance the siguiryia on stage. Shuky was already there. Few little problems at the start, but after that it was fine. Even the little problems that Neta asked my friend stop doing has been vanish. Non of us felt ready, but we danced like we did.
Not much after we got back down - all the studio has been asked to go back up to stage for a run. Ilan came up with clothes of a torrero. Oh dear... I need a photo with him while he dressed this way! It took me a little time to notice that the photographer finally was there. About the torrero - the manton that Ilan made a practice with at the studio has been replaced in a fabric for torreros. The run wasn't full. We made it till the half. And no tie for siguiryia or our tangos. We made a practice of the very end for the way we finish all of us. One of the girls didn't want it, but she did the way she's been asked. The problem was that she didn't want to stand between the people she's been asked to stand next to them.
Going to back stage. I've been asking Ilan to have another photo with him dressed this way. The daughter of the snobbish woman took some. I uploaded here the two best photos of it. I called my sister to know where is my crowd (my middle sister. her daughter and the my mother). Still only up to come. We've been asked to get up to stage one last time before show for having a photo of all of us together. A little problem with lights.When it has been fixed we got our photo. Neta said "Mucha mierda". The girl who went for beginners and took private classes asked why does she say shit. Neta told her that this is the way to say it in Spain (true, isn't the first time I hear it. Even I started use it). She said it's all over the world count as bad luck to say "good luck" before shows.
Down next to the food and drinks we brought I went to the bar and looked a bit like a bar tender. Some of the audience already came. Andreu asked me about the grapes how much does it cost. I took a cup of coke and said that the grapes cost 200 NIS. Someone helped me and said "200 NIS for one grape". After a while he asked me when does the show start. Or was it before? A bit before it started Shuky asked me for the hour it need to start. I told him and said that if it will be late I will kill someone. Before I could think again that now I'm getting crazy every show - he said that he would too. I was amazed to notice how much I'm relax, unlike the last time. Last year I was close to kill someone in the front of Shuky and some fellows from the studio. A real story that happened something like an hour before last year show. The only stress I felt was few minutes later when I wasn't sure if my audience will come on time. The bell was tinning for the audience and my sister or our mother was parking the car. I can't wait. I need to go to the stage for being around. I asked Shuky if all came in. I meant to the audience. It probably sound like telling a thing cause he thought that I say that all the studio got into stage. Almost true. Most did. I need to be there too.
This time I came at 8.00 AM sharp as needed. I saw no one and the door was closed. I checked if it locked. It wasn't. A man who probably work there looked at me. I said hello and he answered. I went to the dressing rooms. Just like last year - Neta and the kids at the room which is closer to stage. I saw them all there. I needed nothing more. Just hello and I went to the other room. The assistant was there. Although I don't like her - I found myself behave with her like a friend. I made another call to Ilan. He was still waiting to my friend who still didn't come to pick him up. He said it was a mistake to trust her about it and he will know for next year. He asked me to warm myself. Neta behaved like she see me for the first time and said hello again. I went to change amd started talking with the assistant about the things we should wear. The Russian girl came, the snobbish woman and her daughter a bit later on. I called Ilan again. They are on the way. I told him that I need to wait with my hair cause the friend said it will be easier to do it from the start than fixing it. I don't remember what did he say that she asked him to tell me to brush my hair and wet it till they come. I did it. Some more girls came. Me? Wet my hair from time to time and brush my hair. Endless brushing. Some of the girls couldn't ignore my hair. Some are are not used to see it this way and some are not used to see it at all. They came in a half hour late or a bit later. My friend came in. Ilan picked up and went to the other room. I went to say hello and got back the room I was in. My friend helped me with the hair like nothing happened at the evening before, like we had no fight. the assistant started to take some photos in her phone, by the way photos of my friend taking my hair. I asked the assistant if it will get to Facebook. Some girls we are not allow. Hey, it isn't from the show! The assistant said that she will upload to the group, we'll do whatever we want with it. At the end I just saved it. I won't upload to here, not because of Neta. I have other reasons. My friend made it this time more traditional flamenco than it was last years. I think that even more beautiful. I went to Ilan for showing it to him. He was alone there because Neta was up on stage with the little girls. He took some photos of my hair, some I already uploaded here. I went out. He called me again and offered me some chocolates. Of course! After that he asked for hair grease if I don't mind to give him from mine. No problem! After the photos and chocolates I can't say no for this request. I asked if we'll have some photos together. Fine, just few things before.
He wasn't really ready for photos. He started to practice at the hall of backstage near the dressing rooms. OK, this way I get a push to practice myself. We made a long practice two of us, mostly with the siguiryia. Although I didn't feel ready I was amazed to find out that I know it better than I thought I do. Few things I could remind him how does steps goes. One thing he remembered in one way and I remembered it a bit different. I trusted him after all and we did it in his way. I had some other mistakes we made another practice for I could do the steps better. Neta came back and to say hello to him. By the way she came like for kissing me. What? She with a hand on my shoulder, I'm with a hand on her waist. Kiss in the air from very far. OK.... Practice some more. Some other girls joined us. At the end I was remembered right the order of steps that we both remembered different. The assistant wanted to practice the tangos but somehow we made it when she wasn't around. The beginners wanted to practice with us when they heard us sing. Yeah, right, we're in the same level... The little girls looked at us as well. After a while Ilan and me found ourselves again practice alone, this time with a crowd of little girls who watch us. Ilan started to dance them a buleria. didn't take too long till I recognized the buleria of Mondays. The little girls smiled and were a bit shy. Some more practice. One photo together and we moved on.
We've been called to dance the siguiryia on stage. Shuky was already there. Few little problems at the start, but after that it was fine. Even the little problems that Neta asked my friend stop doing has been vanish. Non of us felt ready, but we danced like we did.
Not much after we got back down - all the studio has been asked to go back up to stage for a run. Ilan came up with clothes of a torrero. Oh dear... I need a photo with him while he dressed this way! It took me a little time to notice that the photographer finally was there. About the torrero - the manton that Ilan made a practice with at the studio has been replaced in a fabric for torreros. The run wasn't full. We made it till the half. And no tie for siguiryia or our tangos. We made a practice of the very end for the way we finish all of us. One of the girls didn't want it, but she did the way she's been asked. The problem was that she didn't want to stand between the people she's been asked to stand next to them.
Going to back stage. I've been asking Ilan to have another photo with him dressed this way. The daughter of the snobbish woman took some. I uploaded here the two best photos of it. I called my sister to know where is my crowd (my middle sister. her daughter and the my mother). Still only up to come. We've been asked to get up to stage one last time before show for having a photo of all of us together. A little problem with lights.When it has been fixed we got our photo. Neta said "Mucha mierda". The girl who went for beginners and took private classes asked why does she say shit. Neta told her that this is the way to say it in Spain (true, isn't the first time I hear it. Even I started use it). She said it's all over the world count as bad luck to say "good luck" before shows.
Down next to the food and drinks we brought I went to the bar and looked a bit like a bar tender. Some of the audience already came. Andreu asked me about the grapes how much does it cost. I took a cup of coke and said that the grapes cost 200 NIS. Someone helped me and said "200 NIS for one grape". After a while he asked me when does the show start. Or was it before? A bit before it started Shuky asked me for the hour it need to start. I told him and said that if it will be late I will kill someone. Before I could think again that now I'm getting crazy every show - he said that he would too. I was amazed to notice how much I'm relax, unlike the last time. Last year I was close to kill someone in the front of Shuky and some fellows from the studio. A real story that happened something like an hour before last year show. The only stress I felt was few minutes later when I wasn't sure if my audience will come on time. The bell was tinning for the audience and my sister or our mother was parking the car. I can't wait. I need to go to the stage for being around. I asked Shuky if all came in. I meant to the audience. It probably sound like telling a thing cause he thought that I say that all the studio got into stage. Almost true. Most did. I need to be there too.
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