#intermediateballet

I woke up and dragged myself to the glamorous ballet school this morning. I get so nervous I nearly puke before class. I suppose I feel nauseous because this is a difficult intermediate class. At this glamorous school everyone looks exactly the same. It's so strange. There are kids of all ages smashing their feet into shoes, talking about food and laying in the splits. I step over them trying to find our class.

My class was so packed we had to stand close together. It was very difficult and I ended up standing next to the best girl in the class. We worked a lot on pas de cheval (which has been months since I have done) and tricky developpe/envelope footwork with plies and releves. 

Our teacher was incredible. He knew what to correct, had complex combinations and made ballet FUN which let me tell you is not easy. I laughed at our complicated jumps across the floor as the next class full of teenage guys stared at us and made everyone self conscious.

Overall I am so happy I decided to go and may keep going to this class on the weekends.

It was an advanced level class.

Class consisted of a few younger training dancers and a few older ones. And the random sprinkles of adults just enjoying it. And an 80 year old lady who was the best dancer (I've ever seen?)

She encapsulated the trance of dance. How did she do it?

I spent most of the class trying to remember things. I wasn't used to hearing those combinations. They were abrupt and methodical.

I refused to pirouette again. Miss H made a general overall announcement about not being scared to try them. She looked softly at me. I looked away.

I wasn't scared. It was the equivalent of a writers block. A pirouette block. It's like my heart just stopped trying to put the courage together to do them.

I did center adagio with a little more bravery than I ever have. I did the arabesque promenade turn without hesitation, simply because we had worked on these in Chicago.

Miss H is one of the best. She is sharp and never hesitates. I can feel her mind processing and listening and assessing to the rhythm of the ivory keys being pressed. The pianist lately has been handsome.

Is he? Or am I just trying to find an in class distraction.

I am starting to notice everything reminds me of dance.