I have always had a love-hate relationship with my pirouettes.
Some days they’re spot on. Other days, I couldn’t buy a double to save my life.
It’s been that way since I returned to dance as an adult.
And after a year away, my expectations haven’t been that great. But that’s OK. How many people are still dancing when they’re 50?
But Monday night was one of those nights when I just felt it. I was staying up long enough, I felt, what the heck, why not go for it.
I nailed doubles on both sides.
I know, it’s a modest goal.
And for once since I started back I felt reasonably well with how I did at the barre. My mind didn’t drift nearly as much. And I kept on pace with the footwork … frappes, pas de chevals, the whole works.
And centre was OK. I zigged a couple of times when I should have zagged. But my transition from pique turns to pique arabesques were OK. As were my chaine turns.
But there are steps I haven’t done in a while that I’m trying to reprocess after such a long layoff.
I want to step up my game and show these folks I can still dance, especially by the time they hold auditions in the fall for Nutcracker and the other shows they have.
Rumor has it, they might be doing Firebird.
I love the ballet. And I’d like to have more than the bit part I used to have in it back at the old studio back home.