This is us with our fabulous impresario:
… BG told me to be a good boy and arrange my knees croisé 😀
… And this is me goofing off my dressing room tonight:
…I hold this exact pose for like 30 seconds at one point during the dance. Okay, so it’s prolly not *really* that long, but it feels like forevar. Also, try not to cross your legs this much in arabesque a terre, because it’s sketchy as heck. I see my supporting arch rollin’. I’m hatin’.
My right hand is essentially
behaving, but my left hand is like, “Um, Don Quixote? Maybe? Just a little?”
Tomorrow, WE DANCE!
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.
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