In Which We Do Ourselves A Heckin’ Bamboozle
Tonight literally half the class (including me!) promenaded the wrong way in the adage at the same time. Like, the entire stage-left half. And once we’d started, we realized our error, and looked around at each-other in horror, but couldn’t actually stop or reverse.
I’m pretty sure this is a sign of the impending apocalypse. It might even have been some kind of (shameful) world record.
Also, T momentarily forgot how to glissade, and I kept turning a pas de bourré at barre into something more like a pas de burrito or something (to be fair, it was counter-intuitive in a number of spots—like an en dehors turn when you’re expecting an en dedans) and adding extra steps at centre.
Other than an outbreak of mass hysteria in the form of a complete inability to retain combinations accurately (everyone screwed up constantly), though, class wasn’t bad. I did two completely random entrechsts six more or less as a joke while marking the petit allegro (also fit one in once running the combo, which I ran like six times because evidently I’m insane). And when I wasn’t completely doing the wrong thing, I occasionally managed to look like I was dancing.
Threw back a beer with the Beastie Clan after. I think we all earned it!
Such is life. Next class will be better. Sometimes, you just have to be wrong together and laugh about it.
Posted on 2018/01/23, in balllet, class notes, mistakes and tagged adagio...o no!, such error-many confuse-wow, WRONG WAY. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
oh God we did that rehearsing in modern class. teacher goes one way, half the class follow her, the other half who actually knew the piece went the other, everyone ended up eyeballing the other lot as if we were about to perform a haka.
Honestly, that by itself sounds like a pretty good modern piece!
Sadly, we could not claim that our teacher led us astray. He was unable to stop the carnage, alas.
Fortunately, we acquitted ourselves quite well tonight.