Originally Posted April 9th
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I know this one is late, but better late than never. MDB's class can be so strange and odd that I have to get it all out that night - but Miss M can be so freakin' bubbly that Side Bar is addled into submission and Menty sits quietly -possibly contemplating knitting???
After getting registered, I haul my cookies to the Studio D and watch Hip Hop/Jazz/Modern extraordinaire Will G. put a group of 12 people through their Jazz paces. I start sweating just watching them.
I put on my shoes as skinny 1 & 2 round the corner...
Side Bar: Ahhh Shit! I thought they were scared silly...
Menty: Guess not..
Side Bar: F*ckin' Friendly Hormones (FFH)...
Skinny 1 & 2 come and sit RIGHT next to me and start talking like we go back to cloth drapers and fat crayons. And then Skinny 1 tells me that she came back to class because of me. I didn't cringe outwardly, but my right upper eyelid started to twitch slightly.
Side Bar: FFH
Will frees the captives from Jazz prison and they flee like roaches with the lights cut on. Miss M has wandered over to our little collective and is waiting to slide into the room. Will is still talking in the corner to two students - in front of the ipod connection and stereo. Miss M looks a little hesitant to ask them to leave....and she's kinda hovering near the group but not saying anything.
Deep Sigh...I must intercede or Miss M will stand there forever...
"Will! Move your tush, babe! We got ballet class now."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, hon." Will says and grabs his things, his students and moves out.
After Will clears, Miss M thanks me for saying something. And Skinny 1 asks if I know all the teachers....not yet :)
Class starts with 9 people - 7 women, 1 girl and 1 boy (a mom brought her son and daughter - which is cute because this is the second time they've come - I kinda thought the boy would drop this like hot cakes, but he's hanging in there).
Skinny 1 & 2 line up at the barre behind me. "Because you're easy to follow." Skinny 1 said.
Side Bar: Did she just call me fat?
We move through the plies, tendus, degages and rond de jambs with Skinny 1 asking me questions about foot positions and arm positions. I'm not the teacher - Miss M is, but I answer as quickly and quietly as possible. She screwing up my focus, but I'm trying to be nice - even though I think she called me fat.
We move through the frappes and battements without any other distractions and move into the adagio, warm up with jumps and then move into the petit allegro and grande allegro. Skinny 1 tries to stay with me, but Miss M separates us into different groups for the first traveling floor combo. They both manage to get into my group for the second traveling floor combo of glissade, pas de shaw (that is SO not the spelling but that's how it sounds).
We thank Miss M for class and starting piling on the clothes. Skinny 1 says that I'm graceful and she likes to watch me do the adagio - not just because she doesn't know what she's doing.
So maybe, possibly, definitely she didn't call me fat.
Maybe I just have an aversion to skinny women but I happen to like the Olsen twins, MDB, the Swan and a few skinny others.
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