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Every Monday night I have to talk myself into going to ballet - it's cold, it's dark, I'm tired, I have to much to get done. And then every Monday night I leave with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. It's hard and tiring and amazing and I'm not very good, but I love it.
Anyway for the past few weeks my teacher's been using some CD of ballet music she found on the floor at the studio. It's mostly show tunes, and also Crazy Little Thing Called Love, for some reason (is that in a musical somewhere?). It's fun, we're doing plies and tendus and grand battements to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Thoroughly Modern Millie, and Under the Sea.
Also tonight I managed to land on my own foot doing an assemble and I think I'm going to have a bruise, ow.
Anyway for the past few weeks my teacher's been using some CD of ballet music she found on the floor at the studio. It's mostly show tunes, and also Crazy Little Thing Called Love, for some reason (is that in a musical somewhere?). It's fun, we're doing plies and tendus and grand battements to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Thoroughly Modern Millie, and Under the Sea.
Also tonight I managed to land on my own foot doing an assemble and I think I'm going to have a bruise, ow.