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Here is a poem about ballet...though the last post seems poetic by itself....

(written by moi!!!)
BALLET
when I walked through the doors on my very first day
I wondered if It was normal to feel this way:
A giddiness here, A giggle inside.
When they came together it was hard to hide.
My feet in the leather,
My fingers tying strings,
Those are a few of my favorite things.
When the music starts, my feet in "first"
The beat feels me with passion,
A undying thirst.
To plie and tendu,
to jump all around.
To the music,
My favorite sound.

I'm loving my dance class!

I'm loving my dance class!
Dance class:
A strong phrase.
Its not just dancing. It's the feeling of freedom when your feet slide into the shoes,
The sense of safety when you walk through the doorway,
The giddiness inside when you see a dozen s gossiping about who-know's-what,
Its the teacher,
The music,
the steps,
the beat.

Its dance class- my home away from home, my true family.

Welcome!

Is your dream to be a ballerina?
Do you ever fantasize dancing in the Nutcracker?
Do you love the idea of tutus and dancing shoes?

If you answered yes to at least one of these questions,
WELCOME!

-luv ur frend abigail