Last week my shoes touched marley floor for the first time in almost 4 months.
When a student from FBPSchool asked me to help out with her audition video, I will admit, I was hesitant. Back in the studio? Creating combinations with my hands that my body cannot yet execute? Watching someone else hold the barre while I press play? Waves of doubt surged over me. But it seemed the only way out was in through the studio. So I put on some big girl shoes and agreed to meet her around noon.
The instant my shoes touched that gummy black floor at 12:01 I knew I had made the right decision. A familiar electricity flowed through me, expanding itself into every inch of me. Finally, I felt calm. About 3 hours of outtakes, remote fussing, dead camera batteries, musical mistakes, and rogue pointe shoe ribbons later, we were finished. And I felt really good.
There is a certain high that comes with once again feeling thisclose to ballet.
Do you know what I mean?