Alexei is out first and nobody expected it, especially some of our photographers, who had to scramble to get their cameras out, LOL - this is the Sting number - "Moon Over Bourbon Street" - very sensual, very bluesy - Alexei is wearing a black muscle shirt and boy, does he look good in it.... Oh, yeah, wearing black pants, too...nicely fitting, as usual... (sigh) I have such a hard time describing the choreography in this program and all of his at this event, really, because so much of what he is doing I don't have names for, LOL....let's just say he does lots of interesting connecting moves, with lots of interesting positions and arm movements - triple flip, jump I didn't catch the entry of, but was probably a triple sal since he did a triple sal in the same spot tonight, triple toe, flying camel/sit spin, some traveling sit spins (if I can read my writing), another triple toe, straightline footwork with turns, camel/sit/mazurka layback/back pancake sit spin combo - very fast! Whew! It's getting pretty warm in this freezing rink....
歌词
moon over bourbon street - sting
there's a moon over bourbon street tonight
i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
i've no choice but to follow that call
the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
i pray everyday to be strong
for i know what i do must be wrong
oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while there's a moon over bourbon street
it was many years ago that i became what i am
i was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
now i can never show my face at noon
and you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
i've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while there's a moon over bourbon street
she walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
she's innocent and young from a family of means
i have stood many times outside her window at night
to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
how could i be this way when i pray to god above
i must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love
oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while there's a moon over bourbon street