Roser Munoz: Working with Uwe Scholz by Lucy Van Cleef The dancer sweeps and glides across the stage, carried by her partner. When they separate, she reaches toward him with a melancholy resignation. Finally, she is left alone, looking out to the dark space above the heads of the audience. This is how the pas de deux in Uwe Scholz’s Oktett ends. “When Uwe choreographed the Oktett pas de deux, we all knew that he was making a statement of his own experience. I remember that we all said, ‘the girl is definitely Uwe.’ I think that he was so full of ideas–had so much to give, but ultimately he was alone.” Today, when Roser Munoz stages an Uwe Scholz ballet, she doesn’t just show steps. After thirteen years dancing under his directorship in Leipzig Ballet, the movements to his ballets have woven into the fibers of her physical being. Now, she just has to close her eyes and hear the music, and she knows how to move. “Uwe always encouraged us to be ourselves onstage, and not to play a role like a princess or a fairy. I try to express the same idea to dancers today,” she says, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “He let the music dictate every decision he ever made in his choreography,” Munoz tells me as we sit in Schiller Cafe across from the Staatstheater Cottbus. She is here preparing the repertory program Im Fluss der Zeit (in the course of time) for the theater’s 2016 season, which opens with two pieces by Scholz: the trio from Rachmaninov, and Mendelssohn’s Oktett, for fifteen dancers. From 1977 until his death in 2004, Scholz produced dozens of remarkable ballets for companies throughout Europe. Because of his ability to show the music visually in his dances, his greatest achievements are works using music’s most revered symphonic masterpieces. I am interested to learn about Munoz’s experience as a part of Scholz’s creative process. To begin with, she gives me some background to how both Scholz and she ended up in Leipzig: Scholz grew up in the Stuttgart area in the seventies, dreaming of becoming a conductor. He was Jewish, and Munoz imagines that he must have felt considerably isolated in a place with an