Wednesday Class: In Which I Haz A Confuze

This morning, I opted just to do barre. My foot is finally actually healing now that I’m being extremely conservative with it, and since I have two classes tomorrow, then classes and rehearsals Friday through Sunday, I figured it would be a good idea to take it easy today[1].

  1. For values of “take it easy” equal to “do barre in Killer Class,” which is sort of like saying, “Oh, I’m taking it easy; I’m only climbing halfway up Mount Everest.” Particularly given that barre was a full hour long this morning.

Anyway, that was probably for the best. My brain was not on its A-game today. I managed to get almost every combination wrong in new and different ways … especially our fondu, which was supposed to go like this:

balloné, balloné, jeté front front front, balloné, balloné, jete side side side, balloné, balloné, jeté back back back, fondu passé developpé, fondu passé developpé, fondu passé developpé, retiré, fondu attitude, grand rond, fondu attitude

… and then reverse all that shizzle, or something along those lines.

…but quickly turned into this:

balloné, balloné, jeté side, wait, what?! balloné, balloné, jete … side for realz, I think??? balloné, balloné, jete … what the **** am I doing with my inside leg right now??? fondu all the unfoldy legs at the wrong time all the way around, retiré, arabesque, fondu attitude side, what the actual heck am I even doing right now??????!!!!, fondu developpé and HOOOOOLD.

Barring the moments in BW’s class when I sometimes fail to actually intake the beginning of some combination because I’m busy thinking about some fine point of technique and then have nobody to follow, it has been a while since my brain so thoroughly failed at the barre.

I actually asked between sides which way we were supposed to jeté first, and then proceeded to do a completely different set of wrong things on the second side.

>____<

Sadly, I had no problem remembering the adagio and terre-a-terre, even though I didn’t do them (I was stretching and watching BG dance, since he took class with us today).

I don’t know what my problem was, and I don’t think I want to know.

Tomorrow will be better. Until then, here’s a picture of my cat being extra derpy:

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Pretty much how I felt during most of class.

 

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 2017/04/26, in balllet, class notes, it is a silly place, life, mistakes and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Ah, but you merely adopted derpiness. Your cat was born with it, molded by it. 😉
    My brain sometimes completely refuses to do dancy things. Often in the middle of class, while doing steps we’ve been practicing for a while, making people look at me with that “Wut?” expression so I have to mumble something like “I’m sorry, I momentarily forgot how to human” by way of an explanation.

    • This is true: I shall never approach the mastery of Derpitude that Mr. Merkah has achieved 😀

      “I forgot how to human” is probably the best possible explanation, period. Everything else is essentially an elaboration on that idea anyway!

      • I am afraid I was born with derpiness, just like your cat. (And thanks to both of you for teaching me a new word. I love it.)

      • You’re most welcome! It’s such a useful word, too!

        I think most of us suffer from derpiness in one regard or another. I suspect that my inability to cope with time is the primary feature of mine!

  2. Pity, it was a rather nice combination too. Are the devs the one count ones?

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