That Just Happened
Scene from advanced class.
We’re preparing for terre-a-terre. JP counts us up and says, “There’s, what, nine of you? So maybe five and four.”
We start arranging ourselves.
From somewhere in the pack, a timid voice pipes up, “Um, there’s ten of us.”
JP pauses for a sec, then says, “Nine, ten, whatever. I can only count to eight, anyway.”
❤
PS: notes forthcoming, but life craziness had intervened. They're on my tablet.
Also, Swan Lake was awesome. Awful lot of, "OMG, that's my teacher!" (Or classmate. Or friend. Or all three.)
Posted on 2016/10/16, in balllet, class notes and tagged advanced class, count me in, dancer math, I guess I'm not the only one who makes that joke. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
I must be lucky. Flamenco dancers count to 12. O.k., actually we count
1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 1, 2
and then we start again with 1, 2, etc.