I’ve always loved sitting in a darkened theatre. It literally gives me goosebumps – velvet curtains, chandeliers, a fancy dress, the orchestra warming up – being in the theatre is like disappearing into magic. I love opera, plays, music events, and ballet… most of all, ballet. I love the movement, the gestures, the costumes, the impossibility of it all – people who can seemingly float around above the floor and tell a story that you feel all the way to your core without ever speaking a word – and the reality and immediacy of it right in front of me – then the spell is broken with the lowering of a curtain, like a fairytale. I love it.
Having zero experience in dance from my youth, I believed that ballet was strictly a spectator sport for someone, solitary and sedentary like myself. When I discovered that indeed there were ballet classes for adults, I was beside myself with happiness, which unfortunately was short-lived. I had the misfortune of running into every bad ballet teacher on the planet. So I gave up the idea of ever dancing myself and went back to watching from the darkness of the theatre. Alas, it was too late, a flame had been lit and I began an ardent search for a beginning ballet class that was indeed for adults who wanted to learn classical ballet, not just dance-y cardio-y barre workout. I am happy to report that I have discovered that such classes do exist! I attend classes several days a week with amazing teachers and have become quite the ballet class addict.
So this is the story here… my journey as a grown-up with minus dance experience trying to learn the hardest form of dance there is, classical ballet. I can no longer imagine life without dance – not just sitting in the darkness – but dancing to the music.
I love the Royal Ballet of London and English National companies best; Massenet’s score for Manon and Tchaikovsky’s works that make up the score of Onegin are the sound tracks of my life; I must watch Giselle at least once a year; I will travel to far off lands for a chance to see Manuel Legris and Patrick de Bana dance (sit, walk, stand, whatever); I’m always on the lookout for the perfect flattie shoes and convertible tights; I spend hours tweeting and blogging about my ballet experiences both in class and through my travels to darkened theatres around the world.
I now live in Albemarle, North Carolina, USA with my husband, a wonderful meatball of a cat named Sophie Sometimes, her somewhat insane adopted baby sister, Sarah Scout, and an elderly but not old Fred Thursday, the fat black lab. When I’m not in ballet class, going to see ballet performances, watching ballet videos, or reading ballet books, I can be found working on custom cars with my husband, Carboy, in my kitchen trying to create the perfect meal , digging in my garden and trying to avoid worms, reading or writing in my library with a coffee and a roaring fire (yup, even in summertime). And now you know me.
All will be well. Let’s dance.