I had a lot of objectives to cover. I had a lot of young ladies to move around the stage, an in-shape physical therapist who could move well and act with purpose as a father figure, a studio owner who wanted her kids to show personality for a change but underscored by at least one piece of music that could make it feel like concert dance, a concept on warring parties that I hadn’t quite gotten enough of with the last ballet I made called A Little Piece of War. So the first thing to do was surrender to Another Little Piece of War, which meant that Beyonce’s “Move” needed to be the soundtrack for the power struggle.
But everyone was having a hard time with this part, story be damned. I realized how far I had dropped into my concert dance roots; the quiet tenets of studio dance training and convention categories could not have been further from my mind.
At any rate, there was a bit of dissent that I should have seen coming, given the degree to which I had taken everyone off book. The video is my response with context for why this (or any) Beyonce track needs to be regarded differently.