Ms Violin strikes again! Dear readers you may remember she was the one who not only answered her phone in class but held a conversation in class as well. Anyway, I’m sure your on the edge of your seats wondering just what breach of ballet class etiquette would she break today.
So the Upstairs Urban Storefront School, not to be confused with Hollywood Upstairs Medical College, has two studios. One’s a fairly nice size which my Saturday intermediate class has always been held, and a second studio about the size of my bedroom. The Hip-hop class has some sort of free try-a-class thing going and a ton of people showed up to get their inexpensive grove on. We eventually did the ol’ studio-switch-a-roo about a quarter way through barre. No biggie, we obliged and moved.
Small Studio, view #1.
We’re all there with our hand on the barre ready to continue where we had left off in the other studio. It’s at this point where Ms Violin chimes in with a rambling story about her visit to the new performing arts center that just opened here in Big City, A beautiful structure I give her that, but can’t this wait for an approiate time? But she rambles on about how she had to wait in the rain to get in, how her shoes got wet, how she ran into her neighbor in the lobby, then her late lunch downtown, complete with unnecessary details.
Small Studio, view #2.
It just would not end. I mean really, dear readers, how hard do I have to roll my eyes and scream at her in my head before she shuts her trap and we get back to our rond de jambes, a favorite of mine BTW. I’m like here to learn ballet, not to listen to what you had for lunch last weekend.
Oh, did I mention that yet again she shows up late, and leaves early. Leaving right before we start center work, like I said before dear readers, it’s the fun part of class where you get to actually get to dance.
Agghhh, need to take a deep breath. ”She can’t fuck up my ballet class, she can’t fuck up my ballet class, she can’t fuck up my ballet class, can’t, won’t…” Another deep breath. Now, where’s the beer?