It’s been a roller coaster of dance my last few days. Normal classes last week, a missed class in Chicago, serious talks about ballet with friends who think what I’ve been doing is great, a bit funny, but still supportive, wedding reception dancing sprinkled with pirouttes, fancy turns, and assorted Frenchyness upon request. That in itself would be good enough, but the awesomenss came just a few hours ago.
I’ve been in Chicago for the last several days and unfortunately grown-up responsibilities had me back upon a jet flying back to Big City. Much like plans I had for Saturday morning (taking classes at Joffery) plans for hitting up the Monday class at Big City Fancy Pants Company School on my way home from Big City International. I’m not sure what was the reason we got in late head winds, tale winds, had to take the long way… Of course I’m the last one off the plane. I nearly missed the flight out of Chicago in the first place thanks to traffic on Cicero Ave. Anyway, we landed around six, class starts at seven, I have to find the shuttle to long term parking, then find my car in a parking lot the size of Rhode Island. I thank dog I didn’t check my bags, by now it’s six-thirty. Long story short, I severely disregarded most traffic rules getting to class, I’m not proud, but sometimes things just need to get done, I rolled into school with ten minutes to spare. I needed that class in a bad way. On a side note, why is it so hard getting tights on when your a hurry, it just never seems to work, anyway…
Thanks to more grown-up responsibilities keep me from taking this class, occasionally I can fit it into my schedule. It’s a beginner class but I really like it and Mrs Perky Blond Company Member is a great teacher. So I ask if it would be ok with her if I took class en pointe, thinking of just doing barre. She says sure, no biggie, you seem to know what your doing. After a quick secret celebratory fist pump I tie my bad boys on and find a spot at the barre when she tells the class if anyone who wants to take the class in pointe shoes it’s ok with her. It’s a mixed class several of us have a few years under our belt and others fresh off the street.
Normally I switch shoes after barre, but cute girl keeps her pointe shoes on so I’m thinking hey, If she’s rocking hers all the way through class I’ll give it a shot too, something I’ve never done. We are roughly at the same level. Maybe a good idea, maybe a bad one, you’ll never know if you never try.
We do a few center exercises pointe free, then along come a mother load of pointy opportunities. I’m secretly scared out of my tights dear readers, but I’m here to learn and Mrs Perky Blond Company Member told me that she would help the two of us through anything we wern’t comfortable doing.
I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat while standing in B plus waiting for the pianist to start. Cute girl and I begin our way across the floor and I somehow find myself doing what was just shown to me, for the most part. It wasn’t what you would call pretty, but it was a start. I was so caught up in our situation that I don’t even remember just what we did. I’m sure there were some piqué turns, pirouettes, relevés, arabesques were there somewhere too. Too much unexpected Frenchy French for this dude to recall my dear readers.
I think I pulled off a pirouette en point a couple of times, I’m sure they were pretty sketchy, but hey, let’s see you do one.
While this probably isn’t the most common or accepted method of learning pointe it’s still something, and something is better than nothing! My teachers are not going to let us go and do something stupid and hurt ourselves. Big City Fancy Pants Company School isn’t some fly-by night institution, I trust my teachers, I can’t imagine they would allow me or anyone else to do anything that could cause us harm.
Now, I need to find a way to get myself into this class more often, hmmm, when does my semester end again?