Where The Girls Are
Two of my friends from the primary studio, TS and MB, joined me for BW’s class today. It was nice having them in class—I mean, I missed having BW all to myself, but they’re fun to dance with. That said, I’ll miss my men’s technique private, unofficial though it was!
BW is quite capable of teaching men’s tech to the boys even in a mixed class, though, and we’ve talked about doing an official private class now and then anyway. I will probably take advantage of that as audition season approaches. Right now, I am definitely not feeling ready, but I suspect that once I’m really back that’ll fade.
Range of motion continues to improve. Circular port de bras remains a sticking point, but I can get through it if I’m restrained in my execution (usually, I’m effusive). Cambré derrière is once again and 90 degrees with no splayed ribs or noodle neck. I continue to dance in skimpy little shirts because I can.
I’m thinking about the next phase of things—excited about getting back into grand allegro now that I won’t be fighting a compression vest. I had no idea how significantly it impacted my ability to breathe before I stuck one on just in case after class last week (to head off any possible swelling). Erm, wow?
I’m also pleased with the impact of feeling comfortable in skintight shirts: the more clearly my teachers can see my form, the better they can tune their corrections. I have a stock of tiny ballet t-shirts that I bought right before the surgery, though at the moment I’m really into tank tops. But winter is coming.
Anyway, tonight’s major corrections were the usual “chest forward” and “lock out the legs,” with a side of my barre shoulder creeping up. I caught myself doing that during grand battement, though, and applied BW’s suggestiom that I really concentrate on sending my weight down through my supporting leg. That fixed it.
Attitude balance was cracking good left but only Meh right. Also, I briefly led everyone astray during the barre adagio when I reverted to Killer B’s from Wednesday o.o
I did the centre tendu, during which BW fixed my head (he’s all about fixing my épaulement). Double turns are still very much on tap. Didn’t try for triples or quads as I think those might be too exciting. Bowed out after that and served as a human spotting target, which was fun.
That’s it for tonight. I’m pretty tired, and the next several days are packed—rehearsal, class, performance, rehearsal or class…
Posted on 2017/10/12, in balllet, class notes. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Ah, tiny ballet T-shirts and tank tops. That’s the ballet variant of “topless boys life”.
I’m known, too, for my “not too wide” clothing.
I’m cold out of dancing at the moment, I’ve teared a muscle in the calf during a relevet in modern. Done this 100 times before, with more power, and I think I was warm enough 60 minutes into the lesson.
Oh no!!! Heal fast, Faun! Calf tears are no fun 😦 I hope it’s not a bad one.
You’re right about the tiny t-shirts, too. That’s what made me finally decide, okay, it’s really time to get the moobs fixed–that tiny, tiny little orange shirt I wore in last year’s Spring Collection piece =:O
I literally wasn’t sure it would fit over my head!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who sometimes mixes up choreography from different classes!
OMG, this happens to me way more often than I care to admit. Inevitably, what happens is that the beginning of one teacher’s combination is exactly like the beginning of one the teacher of the previous class gave, and my muscle-memory goes, “Cool! I know this!” o_o
Muscle memory: great when you’re *supposed* to do the same choreo you did on Tuesday; otherwise, really annoying.
With modern and jazz, it’s usually some move in the middle that’s similar. I start out in one choreo and then switch. Warm-up routines sometimes get mixed up, too…