If I had pulled tonight when I was in high school I would have been kicked out. With that being said I'm sure you all are all wondering what happened. Let's start from the beginning.
Today was going very well. I saw the sun for the first time in 45 days, was giggly, and very productive. I actually took the time to stop at Kinkos and make a copy of my unemployment sheet to send into my student load. Easy you may think? No. It took me 8 months to make that copy. They are going to be soo thrilled when they can actually put me on deferment. Anyways! Even this morning I woke up and was soo excited to go to ballet tonight. I was bragging to my friend about how I only had 7 hours till class. Just an FYI.....I am not normally this excited to go to any class but since my funds were low last week I didn't have the money to support my $250 a month ballet addiction.
Moving along. I had a conflict. I was supposed to work at 9. Do I work, no! But If my little Pittsburgh Talent Agency or the Casting office calls I'll usually do it. Well depending who's in the scene. Anyways.....so this was a job that I haven't done in quite sometime. Promotional modeling. Eww I just quivered at the thought of it.(I left that in my early 20's where it should stay!) But basically all you do is stand around, look pretty, and do nothing and make a lot of money. It was for the Black Eyed Peas afterparty. But something inside of me snapped and said "okay no. I'm too old and I need to go to class. LA is in 5 weeks and damnit I will have my développé
back up to my ear by that time!
So I get to PBT(pittsburgh ballet theatre) early cause I needed a new class card then I look at the schedule and they are having no classes the last week of March into a few days of April. So I said F that and said I was leaving for vaca and REALLY needed class that last week of March and I would have to go elsewhere, so they cut me a deal. Don't worry I'm only saving one dollar less on each class. Wow! So barre went great like always but then we moved to centre and that's when the drama occured.
The first exercise in center we were doing a combination of grande battements, tendues, and pirouettes. I fell out of both my my double pirouettes! Who falls out of their pirouettes? Certainly NOT ME! So I already began to get irritated and mad with myself. The next exercise went fine and then we did ADAGIO. Adagio has always and will probably always be my least favorite part of glass. I even hate it at the barre. What adagio is is a sequence of slow and elongated movements. A bunch of arabesques, développés, and pliés. So we started off with a grande plié in fifth. I knew my center was off when I fell out of my turns but I didn't know it was going to lead to this. Now this has happened before and happens often, probably with anyone that's ever been a serious dancer. I fell! Right at the bottom of the damn grande plié! And right onto my bottom! Well at least I had fell onto the my favorite chiffon ballet skirt, but still!
So I got really upset for some reason and moved to the side and leaned on a barre. Okay you sooo do not do that in dance. Dance is still a discipline where you have to bow to your teacher after class. It's a discipline that when you are 3-18 you are screamed at and tortured until you are soo afraid of your teacher that you will literally spend all of your free time torturing yourself so you have a perfect class that night and you can go home with a smile on your face. If you act up you're pulled out of the class and made to watch the rest of your classmates. You can also get written up for bad behavior and thrown out of the academy. It's a crazy art form.
So I guess since I am an adult now I am allowed to say "I do not wish to finish the combination and will wait until adagio is over." That's what I did and although I look back and it seems soo clildish(my teacher,Bob,thinks I am only 20 anyways) and soo bratty. Now I went to PBT when I was young and a refusal of a combination would put you in soo much trouble that you would never want to go to class the next night.
So here is the lesson of today. You fall.....you get right back up and work 15 times harder than you were before. Don't be typical ballet bitch and throw a fit. I will NEVER do that again. Off to torture myself with endless grande pliés in fifth! I'm a really bad perfectionist when it comes to dance. It's my downfall.
Peace & Love
S
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