How I got into ballet
Just a few moments before conquering the stage with intimate sincerity, I could feel my hands shaking mad, but I knew my soul was about to descent to heaven. Right after opening my eyes I felt every single note of the melody in every part of my body. I start flitting about the stage as would a sparrow. They wield the weapon of beauty with the grace, seemingly trained in the art of flawlessness. Whirling an inch off the floor as would a sycamore leaf just about to hit the earth, they hide the treasure that is strength with the mask of one trained in the art of seeming weightless. Slipping effortlessly from foot to foot they deliver the gift that is performance with the presence of one trained in the art of precision itself. They bow to the crowd with the relief and joy for they have never emotions of such intensity. …show more content…
Later on I would realize their inexplicable importance. We entered a pale entrance with Beethoven No.7 humming in the background. As we made our way through the dance hall I saw the ballerinas dancing their limbs out, it is precisely in this moment when I understood, that I had fallen in love with ballet. Ever since that day, I rehearsed 3 to 5 hours daily to get accepted into the Russian International Ballet Institute where they travel all around the world auditioning young dedicated women to be a professional ballet dancers. During that time, I discovered patience. I discovered the patience that was needed to defeat and sharpen myself. At the age of 10, April of 2010 my auditioning was rejected. Unfortunately, having the skill they wanted wasn’t enough as I had severe issues with my spine and
Just a few moments before conquering the stage with intimate sincerity, I could feel my hands shaking mad, but I knew my soul was about to descent to heaven. Right after opening my eyes I felt every single note of the melody in every part of my body. I start flitting about the stage as would a sparrow. They wield the weapon of beauty with the grace, seemingly trained in the art of flawlessness. Whirling an inch off the floor as would a sycamore leaf just about to hit the earth, they hide the treasure that is strength with the mask of one trained in the art of seeming weightless. Slipping effortlessly from foot to foot they deliver the gift that is performance with the presence of one trained in the art of precision itself. They bow to the crowd with the relief and joy for they have never emotions of such intensity. …show more content…
Later on I would realize their inexplicable importance. We entered a pale entrance with Beethoven No.7 humming in the background. As we made our way through the dance hall I saw the ballerinas dancing their limbs out, it is precisely in this moment when I understood, that I had fallen in love with ballet. Ever since that day, I rehearsed 3 to 5 hours daily to get accepted into the Russian International Ballet Institute where they travel all around the world auditioning young dedicated women to be a professional ballet dancers. During that time, I discovered patience. I discovered the patience that was needed to defeat and sharpen myself. At the age of 10, April of 2010 my auditioning was rejected. Unfortunately, having the skill they wanted wasn’t enough as I had severe issues with my spine and