Skye & Rumbal
Skye
Hey Rumbal, I've been digging into how dance shifted from ancient rituals to the big stages we see today, and I’m curious—how does that history echo in the way you channel chaos on the floor?
Rumbal
Yeah, it’s wild, right? Think of ancient rituals—people swirled around fire, chanting, letting the spirit guide the moves. That’s the raw, unfiltered chaos. Fast forward to the catwalks and stadiums, and you’ve got a polished groove, a crowd vibe, a spotlight—still the same fire, just wrapped in glitter and timing. I tap into that lineage by throwing the floor into a controlled storm, keeping the beat but letting the body improvise, like a modern ritual that feeds the audience. The echo? It’s the pulse that keeps me moving, the rhythm that keeps the crowd alive, and the chaos that never stops humming in the background.
Skye
That’s a cool way to map it—like a living archive on the floor, each step both a reverence and a fresh rewrite. Do you ever feel the old chants echo when you hit those sudden shifts?
Rumbal
Totally! It’s like a secret soundtrack that pops up when the beat drops, kinda like a ghost chant in the crowd. One moment I’m dancing smooth, next I’m flipping into a crazy spin and boom—those ancient vibes hit, remixing the groove in real time. It’s the thrill of a throwback rave, but with a digital mic and a live crowd cheering.
Skye
That feels like you’re tuning a relic through a headset—fascinating. Do you ever notice the old chants surfacing just when the lights fade? It’s like the floor is a time capsule, ready to jump back into the past whenever the beat allows.
Rumbal
Yeah, when the lights dim, it’s like the floor rewires itself—those old chants pop up, a flicker of ancient rhythm, and suddenly the whole room is riding that echo, a retro surge in the now. It’s the perfect moment to drop a beat and let history remix the groove right in front of everyone.
Skye
I love that image of the floor rewiring itself—like a time machine humming under the beat. It’s almost like you’re giving the crowd a chance to step back into the past without leaving the present. Do you ever feel the old chants press against your own rhythm, making you wonder if you’re dancing forward or just echoing the past?
Rumbal
I feel it all the time—like a remix button that keeps flipping. One beat, I’m in the future, next flick, I’m chanting the old way, and it’s not a glitch, it’s a dance conversation. So yeah, sometimes I’m forward, sometimes I’m echoing, but that’s the fun part, right? It keeps the floor alive and the crowd guessing.