As I showed her some steps she said, "That's not beautiful. That's not ballet. That's how Bad Guys do ballet."
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Bad Guy Ballet
Yesterday, The Girl and I put on our tap shoes to dance in the dining room. It was The Girl's first time in her tap shoes, and though she liked the tapping sounds, she maintained a commitment to the ballet vibe. At one point, I tried to show her what I'd learned at my dance class (I've just recently started tapping for the first time since I was eight years old).
As I showed her some steps she said, "That's not beautiful. That's not ballet. That's how Bad Guys do ballet."
As I showed her some steps she said, "That's not beautiful. That's not ballet. That's how Bad Guys do ballet."
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ballet story about my niece:
She was showing me some new steps in the living room.
"First you stand like this, and then you do a Plié, then you do a Relevé, then you count to twelve..."
*bounces up and down counting*
....and then something EXCITING happens!"
*bursts into a whirlwind of action*
I forgot to tell you this on the phone last night.....
I was at the YMCA last week and as I was heading out of the locker room a little girl (about 5 years old, I think) comes flying in in a pink leotard, with pink tights, a little pink wrap charmeuse-like skirt and patent leather black tap shoes with black gross-grain ribbon ties. Much like the "ICE SKATING" scream, I yell at her "TAP SHOES!!!" with a big smile on my face. She looks at me a little oddly and runs into a stall.
Fast forward about an hour and a half and I've finished my workout and have gathered my bags and such to head home. I walk out of the locker room and just as I do about 20 versions of the same little tap-shoe-girl come hauling ass down the hall and into the locker room - all squealing and clip-clacking all around me.
I felt like one of those pictures you see of small African children mobbing around a visiting white person. I also felt like I had just swam through a sea and blinding white noise. I stood stunned for a second after the dancers had past and the teacher sees me and remarks, "A little overwhelming, isn't it?"
To say the least!
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