Tonight was not a good emotional night to go to class. While I'm at home getting ready for class, I start feeling PMS bitchy with waves of weepy - and bloated to boot.
So I take my wonderful personality - wink, wink - to the studio and try to dance myself out of it.
I register with David and round the corner to see a newbie tying on her ballet slippers and just by looking at the point of her feet - I know she's done ballet before. She has this almost super flexy foot that almost all people with at least childhood ballet experience seems to retain even after YEARS of no practice.
I walk to the bench and start the winter strip tease and watch pointe class over the ballet barres in the hallway. Cue the F***in' friendly hormones - because the newbie comes and sits right beside me and starts chatting...AND THEN ANOTHER rounds the corner and joins in....
Side Bar: WHY do people always want to be NEAR ME when I feel slightly homicidal??
Menty: Oh - just be nice anyway...it isn't going to kill you...
Side Bar: UGH! I don't want to be nice - I want to be bitchy!!!!
I suck it up - I'm nice, friendly (as much as I can muster), and wearing all black to create the appears of long lines instead of lumps and stuff. I'm only fooling myself, but that's ok. I'm into delusions.
The Olsen twins join the group, one of the mature regular ladies, and a long lanky male dancer.
Pointe class lets out and the group of observers come in and line up. I hand MDB a giant apple and line up at the barre. The Young One and Lil Black Chick are in class tonight as well. One other second company member is in class as well.
There are 10 people in class - 9 women and 1 man when class starts, but one latecomer slips in 15 minutes after class starts....and once again, I feel like someone should ask the teacher before coming in - but really that's something that should happen at the front desk - not at the class door - but I digress. And YES, I Know that's Bitchy of me - but you've been warned.
So we go through our usual plies, tendus with fondus, degages (or disengaged beatings - as opposed to engaged beatings where they beat with a ring on it), rond de jambes with fondus, frappes with fondus (with a bit more violence on my part then necessary), leg stretches with (YOU GUESSED IT) fondus (but MDB called them PLIES! Ummm Hmmm..) and finished the barre sequences with battements -sans fondu. And as some subliminal left over from the Sunday class, I'm intensely working on my turnout....
We do our shoulder warm up and jumping warm up in the center of the floor and move into a 'short' adagio - MDB must have meant the spelling of adagio or been making reference to her height. The only thing short about that adagio was the amount of time it took us to screw it up. For the third time tonight we hear: Ok, We are going to try that again....insert deep sigh of inner frustration.
We move into the traveling combinations and I want to be in the first group because I just want to get the embarrassment over with - it really doesn't matter where I go in the group - I'm feeling like I'm going to screw it up.
And apparently, MDB is still missing me a little because she's still picking on me in class. But maybe I'm a glutton for punishment because I feel like at least she thinks I'm worth correcting.
After the first traveling combination, I notice that the Young One has this thing for going first and in the very front of everyone. She makes a determined bee line to front of every row wherever she is in the floor and traveling combinations, even if she isn't doing it right. And for some reason, tonight, it bothers me. So I made it my business to make it to the front of the line as often as possible because maybe someone else should be first and in front other than her.
It was not my finest class or moment. Being petty isn't something that I aspire to or encourage in myself or others. But to be honest (in direct reference to yesterday's post), I don't feel bad about it either. Sometimes, I'm just not a nice person......
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