Well, honestly. . .I do. Maybe not the quality the show is looking for but I think I got something. I actually wanted to audition last year when they came to Atlanta. I cried when I couldn't go. Then I saw on the show the people that auditioned and made it. . .glad I didn't show up! It would have been possibly more humiliating than I had prepared.
The other night I went to a ballet class. I haven't been in a ballet class in ten years. I was pretty nervous and sure I would make a fool of myself. Thank goodness for some competitive drive. Sometimes it makes you push yourself to do things.
My posture was bad and my gut was larger than 10 years before. I could see my age wearing those tights and leotard. I managed through the first bar exercises and gradually got better by the end. The floor exercises were fun and not so bad except for the chennes. . .spotting is important. I was definitely off. I only walked around like a drunk for a little bit. By the end I was just getting relaxed and comfortable. I could have gone for another hour. Class was over.
It was nice to be in a dance class. You know everyone has that place or thing that makes all their cares go away. This is one of those places for me. Those mirrors hold me accountable for my outward appearance. The other dancers and teachers push me to be better. The music puts me in another world. I love it!
When the class ended the teacher didn't believe that it had been ten years. It really has. But boy did that make me feel good. Technically I have only a year total of ballet studio experience. To hear those words makes me remember that this is something I'm good at. Not to brag but we have to believe in ourselves.
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I want to be a ballerina. I want to come with you, that's awesome.
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