I’m going to come right out and say it.
We were all FREAKING OUT about the Classics Festival today.
And based on last night’s Hungarian rehearsal, we had reason to be.
But since none of us keeled over and died, we must have been okay.
Moriah and I arrived at the mall nearly 20 minutes early. If the Saturday shoppers figured we were weirdos when we showed up in poofy tutus, they definitely didn’t question themselves when we started yelling at Anna from the balcony. We had a pretty decent conversation about the lack of dressing areas, quick changes and bobby pins– in the MIDDLE of the mall– before heading downstairs.
When we reached the Green Room (Hi, Emma!), where we were to stay for the next 45 minutes, we piled our junk in a corner and made a makeshift dressing room for the Hungarian Girls. It must have looked pretty darn sketchy…
After that, it was on to warm up! We did some plies, tendus and those adorable nervous-jumping-things, combined with prayers and phone calls and craziness. Somewhere in there, there was a failed attempt at rehearsing the dance, too. It was great.
After a final prayer over the group, Ms. Tina walked us down to the stage, where we could be seen by viewers from all sides and angles. Pachelbel’s Canon (last year’s Intermediate Pointe) was the first to perform. Once Rachel, Mary, April and Elizabeth were finished dancing, it was all-hands-on-deck to get them out of their pink flowers and into their scrunchies, out of their black tutus and into their gold ones and out of their pointe shoes and into their flats. Organized chaos… or something.
With the Petite Paquita (last year’s Pre-Training) kids’ exits came the Hungarian Girls’ entrances, and we performed to the best of our ability. To be perfectly honest, I feel that we did a wonderful job– nobody died! I’m so proud of us. <3
After Hungarian, Rachel and Mary had to get back onstage for Irish, and after a minor setback that sent Moriah running half-way across the mall, they did a beautiful job. Likewise, Starz did a fabulous job with their Oz pieces. Sigh.
And now I’m back at home. My hair is down, my make-up is history and I’m wearing pajamas, of all things. Seems like your normal Saturday.
But we all know that’s not true.