The staff of Ballet Magnificat taught masters’ classes this week at my dance studio. My little miss went to a beginner class (but in ballet world, beginner actually means that you’ve been taking ballet for at least 3 years. go figure.)
The instructor told everyone to find a place by the barre so my little miss promptly positioned herself at the end of the barre a couple inches from the fan, edging out an adult dancer.
“No, no, no sweetie” I thought. “Don’t stand there! Someone else–an adult no less- is already standing there. Look at all the empty spaces between little people your own size! Oh well..what’s a mom to do?”
The adult, who was presumably coming to this beginner class to warm up for the advanced class, gave her a sideways glance and went to the free-standing barre at the center of the room, leaving my little miss to dance with the fan.
And dance with the fan, she did. I don’t think she ever actually knocked into it, but I was just about to get off the bench and move it when the instructor went to pick up the fan and laughingly said,
“You don’t want to dance with the fan.”
My little miss loved the class, got some nice corrections. She would dance everyday if she could.
coming soon: my masters’ class.