I should have mentioned this in my class notes, but I forgot.
At barre, as we did a wicked combination with fondues to relevé extensions, I realized I had — at some point in very recent history — learned how to feel really specifically how my hips were placed and make minute adjustments.
You would think I’d be delighted; by all means, I should have been delighted: but instead all I could think at the time was:
Dammit, now I have to do this precisely right, too!
Mais dans la monde du ballet, c’est la vie!
Oh, one last thing: the oldest lady in our class schooled us all going across the floor. She was just lovely — which goes to show you that you can dance beautifully at any age.
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