Of all the classes I take, ballet has got to be the favorite. On Tuesdays VI/VII class, the highest level, I am the young one. My ballet teacher told a story about how when she was my age she was the youngest in her class as well. Teehee I know the feeling. Being in a class with lots of older (and WAY better dancers) can be very intimidating. But ultimately, I know it will make me a much better dancer.
Where I dance, there are virtually no boys. There is one, but...grr...I wont even go into that. We used to have another boy...but he moved to Chicago. Sigh...he was Prince Sigfreid when I was Odette in Swan Lake. Sniff we all miss him. ANYHOW, at the end of the year our studio does a performance. Sadly, one of us will most likely have to dance with the disliked boy (he-who-must-not-be named if you will) *shudder shudder* I can only pray it's not me. And I probably wont have to, seeing that I am the youngest and least experienced.
Off to Contemporary next! <3
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