Dressed in a shiny leotard, Carla Pulvermacher first bounds, then creeps onto centre stage in slinky, feline fashion. So begins her dance to a rhythm of hums, twangs and airy swishes that respond to her every move. Seconds later the mood has changed, and the sounds seem to be pursuing her, as she glances left and right in response to notes from an encroaching harp. Soon the faint plucks grow into a crescendo of loud, frenetic plinks and clicks and she writhes wildly, trying to keep up with the ever-increasing rhythm. If the danceseemseerily connected to the dancer's movements, it's because the soundtrack is no ordinary score. She is dancing to the music of her own brainwaves. "You don't know what's going to be thrown at you in the next 10 seconds," says Pulvermacher, a student at the Conservatory of Dance and Performing Arts in Frankfurt, Germany.
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