Today was class No. 3 in my return to “real” ballet.
By that I mean being back at my original studio dancing in a company-level open class.
Other than our young male professional who dances with the company, and a former company dancer who has returned after graduating from college … I am the only “recreational” adult.
The rest are teenagers who have professional dreams.
I am basically at the bottom of the class, but I don’t mind. I love the pace.
My pirouettes have not returned since the layoff. I think Mr. O let them slide today.
The rest of the class? For a person who has been away as long as me, it went pretty well.
We danced a combination with balance’s in a circle with a waltz turn. It ended with a pique arabesque that required us to be on a long balance.
I got singled out for my effort, which was really cool,
And it didn’t stop there.
There are days when I don’t get cut any slack even when I’m the only old rec dud dancing with company wonders.
I made the mistake of stopping too early during a petite allegro combination (Glissade jete, glissade jete in the other direction, pas de bouree quatre, quatre, royale for this keeping score at home).
My weakness is that I depend on watching others too much, which is why I stopped too soon.
Mr. O called me on it,
I had to do the combination solo in front of the company wonders.
“I know you know the steps,” he said. “You don’t need to watch anyone.”
Maybe not flawless, but I danced the combination … and to my shock … I was on time with the music.
“See there, I knew you could do,” Mr. O said.
The combination ended with applause from my much more talented classmates.
At least every once in a while, I can dance like I don’t have two left feet,