I Need to Vent
Had such a bad experience today.
So I'm currently studying like, theater, music, the likes, and our class went to see Kylián: Black & White in the Oslo Opera House. It's like, modern, contemporary ballet. Amazing stuff, really. So the performance is made out of 6 different choreographies, and all was great until we came to the one called [i]Sarabande[/i].
So, Sarabande is really cool. Thing is, it involves a lot of screams and shrieks that sound hellish when echoing through an auditorium, and one of my classmates is prone to panic attacks.
So 1 minute in or so, as the hellish screaming pierced through the auditorium, I had to deal with my classmate struggling to keep a panic attack at bay and slowly failing with each reverberating scream. I tried to calm her down, and it seemed like it was working a little, until two people who sat close-by shushed us. Right back to misery town.
So I was torn between being "that douche who ignores a person having a panic attack" or "that douche who whispers to the person next to them during an expensive ballet performance".
Either way I feel so lousy right now.
Edit: Here's a clip I found of Sarabande. Imagine this, but ten times louder and impossible to block out.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnFBhGoVkOg]
So I'm currently studying like, theater, music, the likes, and our class went to see Kylián: Black & White in the Oslo Opera House. It's like, modern, contemporary ballet. Amazing stuff, really. So the performance is made out of 6 different choreographies, and all was great until we came to the one called [i]Sarabande[/i].
So, Sarabande is really cool. Thing is, it involves a lot of screams and shrieks that sound hellish when echoing through an auditorium, and one of my classmates is prone to panic attacks.
So 1 minute in or so, as the hellish screaming pierced through the auditorium, I had to deal with my classmate struggling to keep a panic attack at bay and slowly failing with each reverberating scream. I tried to calm her down, and it seemed like it was working a little, until two people who sat close-by shushed us. Right back to misery town.
So I was torn between being "that douche who ignores a person having a panic attack" or "that douche who whispers to the person next to them during an expensive ballet performance".
Either way I feel so lousy right now.
Edit: Here's a clip I found of Sarabande. Imagine this, but ten times louder and impossible to block out.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnFBhGoVkOg]
22-25, F
