Budapest [Monday, April 15, 1996] - The Evita Diaries
At the end of the dance I fall to the ground clutching my cancer-riddled womb, crying and cursing God for making me so vulnerable. Over and over again for what seemed like a million takes. I am covered in bruises from falling, and the floor was icy cold, but it was worth it. I know it’s going to be a very moving scene. I was bitching and moaning all night, but secretly I was proud of myself and excited. I felt for a moment the potential of this film.
Pregnant Madonna about the Ballroom scene.