Reading that you may think that I've finally lost it. That all that dancing has done it, that I've banged my head one too many times in a failed attempt at a freeze and that my marbles have been well and truly lost.
This may be a justifiable conclusion to draw in some circumstances, but not in this one. No, in this case I am in fact talking about intermediate ballet.
Yes you read that correctly. Ballet.
So I’m not talking about badly baked bread or dismounting a quadraped, but rather the different directions of a Rond de Jambe (or a pirouette for that matter). Namely en dedans and en dehors.
Thursday night ballet basics is two for one, French and Ballet, but on Tuesdays, the horror of evil ballet teacher flashbacks (honestly what child wants their teacher to stand on their feet or carry water buckets on their wrists!!!) combined with the necessity of remembering about 300 million things at once whilst standing on one leg, means that articulating the French can be a bit much. This is not to say that we don’t try, simply that we prefer to rely on the descriptions provided by @trixiecantswim to take the stress away from the situation. And thus en dehors becomes off da horse. Simple. The fact that this doesn’t make the moves any easier to execute is beside the point.
What it does do, is make sweating at the barre a little more lighthearted, and so when we come to leave the comfort of its confines and prance about in the centre, the jovialness of the mood makes us a little lighter and so we jump a little higher, à la ‘I love to laugh’ Mary-Poppins stylee. Good job the ceiling is made of tiles really.
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