when petite allegro suddenly becomes your guilty pleasure. Grande allegro is still may favorite, but petite allegro (once the scourge of my existence) is quickly gaining. I was sluggish most of the morning until we reached petite allegro, and got praise for how I did the combination.
It was glissade assemble’ right, glissade assemble’ left, sissonne, sissonne, pas de chat, pas de bouree.
I felt a little in better shape today. Glad to finally be getting back into a ballet groove.