After running a section of the performance, smiling on stage and doubling over in exhaustion as soon as we step into the wings, we all plop down on the floor around Linzee, our choreographer/director, to hear her critique. And we are not a pretty bunch. I look around at feet and almost everyone has skin missing from agressive slides as well as calluses and blisters. Our bodies are mottled with bruises, like multicolored dalmations. And when we get up we leave sweat marks on the floor, outlining however we were sitting. But it's worth it, and after the performances are over my body will get a chance to heal!