for not wearing makeup.
I admit it, when I first performed in Nutcracker in 2007, I was like, “seriously? I have to wear that?”
I’ve somewhat gotten used to it as an adult male recreational dancer who happens to perform. Can’t say that I’m entirely comfortable with base, blush, lipstick, eye liner … Not that anybody can really tell on stage.
But still, I guess it’s the not wanting to let loose with the man card in me who tries to get away without makeup when I can get away with it.
Can’t do it when you’re a party dad in Nutcracker. Or playing the somewhat effeminate hairdresser in Cinderella. But I was able to accomplish the feat when I was a cowboy in Billy the Kid … and when I’ve played a priest in Dracula and Firebird in performances past.
Not this time … even though I’m only on stage for three minutes during Firebird … even though I’m wearing a priest hood with the robe.
The artistic director points out I look too pale. Tells me I have to wear it tomorrow night.
Which leads me to an “only in ballet” moment.
All the guys share a dressing room … which happens also to be the storage closet.
Preteen boy dancer to teen dancer: “Which do I put on first, the eye liner or the mascara?”
That conversation, if heard outside the dressing room, would probably give a father a heart attack if he has a son who wants to take ballet.
I’ve reached the point where I find that really funny … rather than well .. disturbing.
Which brings me to another “only in ballet” moment: Going through a drive thru between performances while wearing makeup.
“Why yes, drive thru lady, I am wearing makeup … don’t judge me!”
Seriously, ballet is really fun … and if you’re a guy and you want to take class … makeup is not required for class.
But if you end up in a performance, beware … you may be told to pick up some Max Factor, tan 2.
Did I mention, sometimes you really need a sense of humor if you’re a guy, and you happen to take ballet?