Scene 59
Scene Fifty-nine...At the Barre
Time: Afternoon, Saturday, July 27, 1946
Place: Ballet school
Storyteller: Janet
It feels so good to be back in the Plymouth, headed to a ballet lesson, wind blowing my hair.
In class, everyone is nice except Nancy.
I make a point of complimenting her on the thirty-two fouettes. Life's too short to bicker. Boy, the accident has turned me around.
We warm up at the barre. Anna makes me stay there when the other students move to centre practice. No pointe shoes and no fifth position either. Nothing remotely challenging.
I have a long way to go.
Time: Afternoon, Saturday, July 27, 1946
Place: Ballet school
Storyteller: Janet
It feels so good to be back in the Plymouth, headed to a ballet lesson, wind blowing my hair.
In class, everyone is nice except Nancy.
I make a point of complimenting her on the thirty-two fouettes. Life's too short to bicker. Boy, the accident has turned me around.
We warm up at the barre. Anna makes me stay there when the other students move to centre practice. No pointe shoes and no fifth position either. Nothing remotely challenging.
I have a long way to go.