LLB had a ballet performance this weekend. Her studio doesn't do recitals. They do a full length ballet. Her teacher believes that if children are taking ballet, they should learn the stories and the music. I happen to agree, as this makes for a very well rounded student and the performances are far more entertaining.
This time it was Coppelia. LLB was terrific - if I do say so myself! She was relaxed. She smiled. She was graceful. I was amazed! Heck, her brother was amazed - he even leaned over and said to me, "Wow, Mom, she's good!"
Her favorite piece is called Prayer - I'm sure it has an Italian or French name, but the program is over with my scrapping stuff and I'm too lazy to go find it across the room. Anyway, the Prayer costume was a long, soft, white dress. LBB's comment was: I feel like I'm a cloud when I dance in this dress... I feel like I'm floating... ah... I love this... And off she dances. It was obvious how much she loved that piece by the way she danced it. She really did almost float...
There is one thing that most people don't realize. LLB doesn't "DO" little kids. If they are visiting at our house, she'll suck it up and deal. If she's at someone else's house and they have a younger sibling, she's fine. But given her druthers, she'd rather stick pins in her eyes than put up with anyone under the age of 4. That said, her ballet teacher decided to make her (and 3 other of the older girls who actually like little kids - probably because they all have younger siblings) help the tiny ballerinas on stage. We compare this exercise in futility to hearding cats. Tiny ballerinas are adorable, but they really don't have clue. They get out on stage in their costumes and all (okay all 5) of the dance steps they have learned exit their brains stage left. They stand there mesmorized - like deer in the headlights. They try to find their moms (who are all seated in the front rows like paparazzi). They wave. They really are quite cute... LLB tried desperately to get them to do what they had learned. She took her charges by the hand and led them around. She lined them up. She did the steps. It was the longest 2 minutes of her life! She survived.
The french braids - I suppose you want to know about those. Okay. I tried. I can't do french braids. I need lessons. I gave up and took her to the hair dresser on Friday. Then we sprayed them with hairspray - a ton of hairspray. Her hair was so stiff, you could knock on it and get sound. She slept in her braids on Friday night. We sprayed the whispy ends down on Saturday morning. She looked pretty darned good! One of the older girls re-did them for her for the Saturday night performance. I am going to practice this year, so that next time she needs french braids, I'm all set. :-)
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