My heart is banging through my chest. My emotions drilling through the bones in my feet. "Hello darling" says one of the choreographers at the Boston Ballet. But this isn't your everyday dance class instructor. This was Lea Anderson, co-founder of famous ballet companies, over 100 movements choreographed, LEA ANDERSON.
"Hello darling" she says in a her thick American accent. My nerves increase, and my head sinks. I realize she's just greeted me, and I haven't even replied. "Hello Lea" I say. I feel like I probably shouldn’t have called her by her first name. "Mmmm" she giggles. "You," she says lowering her glasses and looking me up and down "can call me Madame." she finishes. I nod and scurry away.
As I sit, waiting for my name to be called to my audition, my heart beats faster than a humming bird flaps it's wings. …show more content…
Her name is Katie. When I was younger, there was a girl in my first ballet class. Her name was Kaitlyn, and she suffered. She was always breathing so heavily through the class, and left crying. Her face was always pale,
and her eyes tinted red. One day, she didn't come to class, and after that she was gone. I dance it part of her honor. Katie has a hard life, and a soft heart. She knows she's sick, but she lives like she has years left on this Earth. When I transform into Katie, I dance like an women who's been through it all, and can't forget what she's seen. She's scared, and broken, but love will piece her back together.
I'm half way through my performance, and my feet feel stronger than they ever have. She pushes through the crowd of death that stands in her way, and she kills the virus that grows inside of her. She's found the love that she needs, and she's not alone anymore. She's free. Her movements go from large; aerials, leaps, throwing herself into turn after turn, to sinking back down, falling, one bone at a time, collapsing into death. But not a devastating death, a beautiful
"Hello darling" she says in a her thick American accent. My nerves increase, and my head sinks. I realize she's just greeted me, and I haven't even replied. "Hello Lea" I say. I feel like I probably shouldn’t have called her by her first name. "Mmmm" she giggles. "You," she says lowering her glasses and looking me up and down "can call me Madame." she finishes. I nod and scurry away.
As I sit, waiting for my name to be called to my audition, my heart beats faster than a humming bird flaps it's wings. …show more content…
Her name is Katie. When I was younger, there was a girl in my first ballet class. Her name was Kaitlyn, and she suffered. She was always breathing so heavily through the class, and left crying. Her face was always pale,
and her eyes tinted red. One day, she didn't come to class, and after that she was gone. I dance it part of her honor. Katie has a hard life, and a soft heart. She knows she's sick, but she lives like she has years left on this Earth. When I transform into Katie, I dance like an women who's been through it all, and can't forget what she's seen. She's scared, and broken, but love will piece her back together.
I'm half way through my performance, and my feet feel stronger than they ever have. She pushes through the crowd of death that stands in her way, and she kills the virus that grows inside of her. She's found the love that she needs, and she's not alone anymore. She's free. Her movements go from large; aerials, leaps, throwing herself into turn after turn, to sinking back down, falling, one bone at a time, collapsing into death. But not a devastating death, a beautiful