I don’t know what it is, but Simon’s Saturday classes leave me feeling like I am getting progressively worse at everything, instead of progressively better.
Though, on reflection, I’ve done much better in jazz and contemporary, so potentially the feeling is a yin to the yang.
Part of my issue is that I have nailed pose turns and shanay turns in jazz; I have turned gorgeous pirouettes on my leg at home; my jumps in contemporary had me feeling like I was flying.
And yet, in ballet, my retire is a mid-shin-height frightful, my turns are off-centre, and I am constantly terrified of slipping over.
As much as it sounds like a cop-out, the floor is so fucking slippery that I never want to do pirouettes on it. Ever. Ever. Ever. There is no way in hell I am going to be able to get up on my leg and turn properly on that floor.
To test my assumption, I watched another group dance across the floor. When they hit a certain section of the floor every single dancer in that group slipped. So, you see, it’s not just me.
I end up smearing my hands with saliva and gooping up the soles of my ballet shoes, because I can’t stand the glossy surface of the floor. It doesn’t help that at ADT we dance on parquet flooring, and not a polished wood floor - so you just don’t slip at ADT unless you’re off the parquet and on the dance floor.
I’ve almost resigned myself to the fact that I will never get a pirouette right in ballet class at MTL because the floor frightens me. It has totally eroded my confidence, and I am a bit bitter about it. Needlessly, I might add. I just need to find alternative approaches.
Next Saturday I will be up early and wearing thin socks, which I intend to sweat in all morning before class. And then I intend to dance in sweaty socks so they actually grip the floor.
So, that’s ballet. Contemporary class was weird because I had a new teacher who didn’t even introduce herself - so I couldn’t tell you who she is. She pushed us really hard and we were all shocked at what she was asking us to do. But by the end of class we were leaping through a sequence of oddly timed, angular jumps that actually made me feel like I could fly.
What a shame there’s no choreography class. I adore technique, but a full hour every week of just choreography would be simply amazing. Maybe I should suggest it.