I unravel my shirt sleeves, refasten the cuffs and head out into the corridor, stopping when I hear music – “Dead Man” by David Kushner. I push the door to the studio open to see Stacey mounting the aerial hoop. Throughout the song, I watch as she dances in a routine. She forms shapes that would break my bones and kill me, and she spins so slowly and sensually, I know she’s feeling the music, zoning out and letting go.
