A Long Time Ago, In A Ballet Performance Far Far Away

, , , , , | Romantic | November 24, 2018

(My husband and I are at a performance of Balanchine’s “Stravinsky Violin Concerto,” which is a “mood” piece with no specific plot. I love ballet; my husband is not such a fan. This conversation happens during intermission.)

Husband: *frowning* “I don’t get it. There’s no storyline. I don’t understand what it’s supposed to mean.”

Me: “Think of it like an abstract painting. Or… wait.” *thinking fast* “Remember when Luke and Yoda were on Dagobah, and Luke was going into that forest where Darth Vader was, and he asked Yoda, ‘What’s in there?’ and Yoda said, ‘Only what you take with you.’? It’s kind of like that. It’s what you take with you.”

Husband: “So, the stage is a cave filled with the Dark Side of the Force?”

Me: “Uh, yeah. If it helps.”

Husband: *nodding sagely* “Oh. Okay. I get it now.”

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The Great Escape: The Ballet

| Learning | February 14, 2017

(The teacher is rather strict about not joking around in class even though we’re all adults. “Echappé” is where you jump from feet together to land with feet apart.)

Teacher: “And what does echappé mean?”

Me: “To escape.”

Teacher: “And what are we escaping from?”

Me: “You.”

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Genie-us Comment

| Friendly | January 18, 2017

(I’m at The Nutcracker with two friends and their daughter. There are a lot of small children in the audience for obvious reasons. During the second act, dancers representing different “nationalities” perform for the main character. As the Arabian dance starts, a very little girl behind me screams at the man wearing a turban and “traditional” clothing.)

Child: “Mommy! It’s the genie!”

(Whoever mommy is, hats off to her for raising an imaginative daughter. Every adult around her had a good laugh, though.)

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Can’t Quite (Nut)Crack This Caller

| Learning | July 17, 2013

(I work for a professional ballet company which shares space with the non-professional school. Because so many dance students and many of their teachers perform in our production of The Nutcracker, normal classes for the students are limited to the first week of December, and open up again after the New Year. There are signs in every studio, lobby, dressing room and bulletin board announcing the last day of class before the New Year. I receive a call on the second week of December.)

Me: “[Ballet Company].”

Caller: “Yes, my daughter is in ballet level 1. Is there class today?”

Me: “Actually, last week was the last week of classes until the New Year.”

Caller: “I understand. Could she take the ballet 1 class on Thursday instead?”

Me: “No, there are no classes this week at all. Classes resume on January 2nd.”

Caller: “I understand. How about next Tuesday?”

Me: “Unfortunately, that would be December 18 and we have no classes next week. They start again in January, after the New Year.”

Caller: “I understand. If I could get her there for next Saturday, will there be a ballet 1 class?”

(By now, I am struggling to figure out how else to communicate to this woman.)

Me: “Do you have a calendar handy to look at?”

Caller: “No. I just want to know if my daughter can come to class next Saturday?”

Me: “No, no classes next week. No classes until after January 1.”

Caller: “I understand.”

(The caller proceeds to ask about three or four more December options for dance classes for her daughter, continuing to respond with “I understand” after I repeated the schedule. She finally hangs up and I turn to the customer who had been waiting patiently at my window to buy Nutcracker tickets.)

Me: “How many times was that?”

Customer At Window: “I counted seven.”

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