Catch Fire

For most teenage girls, I guess that Saturday is a darn good excuse to sleep in, relax, maybe catch up on that favorite Netflix series. Saturdays are pretty novel during the school year.

My novelties include new leotards, trash bag pants, ballet classes, fruit and four hours worth of rehearsals with some of my favorite people on the face of the planet.

Yesterday was absolutely incredible.

The day started out with a company class, taught by Miss Mimi. She would give a combination, start up some Cecchetti music and… I would automatically start performing the Grade I combo in my mind (and sometimes visibly). Bad, bad, bad, Aquinnah. It can’t seriously be that ingrained in you.

Psh, but apparently it is.

After class, Firebird rehearsals commenced. We began by reviewing the student contract. Afterwards, we were all measured for costumes, and after that, Miss Mimi sat everyone down to hear Firebird in context. Different characters were pointed out until we were all on the same page– yay! We also listened to our performance playlist.

The songs. Oh my word. They’re so perfect.

I won’t explain the exact plot line just now, but Firebird by Brent McCorkle and Amy Parker is a good outline and place to begin. 😉

Once we were all well informed, we started from the end.

I’m being totally serious here.

Yes, we started from the end. The conclusion of this ballet is so much fun!

And then, it was time for the soloists to practice. Miss Mia, Miss Mimi, Bluebird, Sun Queen, White Swan, Prince of Darkness and I tackled the opening number. Craziest of all, in an hour and a half, we nearly finished it…!

Needless to say, it was a long and fun-filled afternoon. I couldn’t believe it when it ended.

With excitement for the coming weeks and applause for every incredible dancer involved in FYB,
Firebird

2 Replies to “Catch Fire”

  1. Ahhh!!! Trash bags are the highlight of my life, pretty much!!! Yay!!! Sounds like you're well on your way to (maybe just maybe) eight hour Saturdays??!! Sounds like so much fun and so proud of you!!

  2. Haha, they are so darn comfortable! Eight hours is still a ways off but [maybe, just maybe], five and a half hour Saturdays will be going down in the books soon enough!! Love you, Emmy!

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