I love ballet. It’s so graceful. And I love that my daughter is way more graceful than I could ever be, even if it’s not her dream to be a professional dancer.
They put on this year’s dance performance, which is called “Un Spectacle,” and which is pronounced speck-tahk-le.
This is one of the rehearsals in the smaller (but nicer ) auditorium.
And this is the dress rehearsal, where I was behind the scenes.
Finally . . . the performance.
“J’ai le trac!” she says.
(I have stage fright).
The performance encompassed children of all ages, with two adults from a nearby conservatory to help out.
There was the lone high school student, who danced two solos and two pas de deux with the assistant partner – we are a pretty small city/town.
And all the other children together performed the four seasons.
(The lone boy)
Juliet! My Juliet!
I might have cried. Or cheered. Or both.
Oh yes, and Summer.
I was so, so proud of – not only my daughter – but the entire conservatory who worked so hard to pull this performance off.
We have some college students staying with us from our church in Atlanta. Juliet was so excited to have them come watch.
I can’t help getting teary. I love ballet!
And I love her.