Sometimes you feel unprepared, underrehearsed, unstable. Sometimes you run a ballet for the first time for a paying audience, under rascally lights, with a heavy skirt and full mind. But then sometimes your loyal parents, oldest friend, sweet beanfriend, and adorably adoring miniature bunhead friends come to see it all happen and you feel like you can suddenly reach out and touch the moment, like it’s a physical thing before you. And then, sometimes, you watch that thing ball up, explode, and float out from its own center, leaving behind an intangible bath of glowing fuzzies all around you.
for tickets.
Setting The Barre 