Wednesday: Killer Class with All the Fondu;Trapeze 2, Day 1

Not gonna lie — I’m cooked.

One of the company dancers who I hadn’t encountered in class before came today (we’ll call him Company B, because using initials fails when everyone in your life has names beginning with B or T), and that was excellent, since he’s one of the dancers I try to emulate (it turns out that he’s also really nice). The energy overall was really good; the greater the number of company dancers in class, the better the rest of us tend to dance.

Ms. B murdered tenderized us with fondu (which we did twice) and adagio (which we did twice) at the barre and then basted us with more adagio (which we did twice) at center.

When we were sufficiently tenderized and basted, Ms. B seasoned us brightly with a Balanchine-inspired combination full of cool balances and turns, then sautéed us (literally).

We also did a nice combination with ballonnés and entrechats quatres, though it seems I can’t remember all of it now.

Our grand-ish allegro was beautifully simple:
Temps levée arabesque
Temps levée passée
Temps levée arabesque
Temps levée passée
Tombe pas de bourré
Launch into opposite side without stopping.

…So we did it beautifully, except maybe for the part when I kept temps-levée-ing instead of doing the tombe, etc., on the This happened because I was thinking about my arms, though also because I was totally into the feeling of flight.

I caught Company B’s eye just as I realized I’d, like, left out the whole ending, and we shared a laugh about it, which was cool.

After class, Brienne gave me two very specific notes on my turns, and an unexpected compliment: she really likes the energy with which I attack my turns, but I’m still taking too wide a fourth and compensating by pulling up and back. I have also developed a habit of snapping my toe to the back of my knee instead of the front, which I didn’t even realize. Derp!

Anyway, we had a couple of minutes before she had to run off, so I did a few turns, and they were really quite nice. I also wrote that correction down (about turning from a smaller fourth) because it’s one I’ve heard before. Oops. O:)

In trapeze 2, new material included:
single-knee hangs
Pullover to front balance through drop to catcher’s hang to angel through pull-up to “Barbie feet” to owl to crucifix
Mermaid roll-up to seahorse

So that (and all the warm-ups) was my first trapeze 2 class.

That’s all for tonight. I’m famished!

À bientôt, mes amis.

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2016/04/13, in aerials. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I have noticed that nothing, nothing makes me more hungry than dance. Weightlifting or swimming comes close. Running nowhere near. Digging holes and chasing cows when I was 18? Should beat it but actually I don’t remember it that way, possibly because of the steak and eggs breakfasts….

    • Amen to this!

      For me, it’s very a close race between 20-hours-per-week-on-the-bike and dancing.

      Even aerials don’t come close — there’s less calorie-massacring steady-state cardio involved, so as long as I eat enough protein to sustain whatever muscle my body decides to add, I don’t normally feel the urge to eat everything in sight.

      The comparison is complicated by the fact that during the time I was training for bike races, I was taking a medication that is known to screw up appetite regulation. That said, in a clean race (let us pause here to snicker about this turn of phrase, given the exceptionally colourful history of doping in the sport of cycling), I suspect dancing would win hands-down.

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