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fandomhigh2019-01-04 05:41 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2019-01-04 05:41 am
Ballet for Beginners; First Period [01/04].
The chain of events that actually lead to Rosa standing there in front of her class in the dance studio (that was suddenly getting so much use) had been filled with internal debates, a lot of creative swearing, a handful of near cancellations, and an office moose almost getting punched. But there she was, black tights and leotard, hair pulled up, looking every bit the picture of the ballet teacher she was apparently supposed to be.
...assuming that ballet teacher also looked about ready to murder a person at the drop of a slipper.
And just when she thought that, hey, at least it couldn't get worse, she got a look at who was actually in her class.
Oh, this was going to be just great.
"Alright," she said. "So this is going to be a ballet class." There were words she hadn't expected to be coming out of her mouth pretty much ever since she was about fifteen. "Ballet is a form of performance dance that got its start during the fifteenth century," she continued, sounding like she was reading from a Wikipedia page with extreme boredom, "and developed into its current form throughout the nineteenth century, mostly in Russia and France. So a lot of the terms we'll be using are based in French, Russian, or Italian. I'm not going to require the classic black leotards and pink tights for this class," especially since one of them wasn't even wearing clothes at all, "but I recommend you wear something you can move easily in and, preferably, something tightly fitted, so that it's easier for me to see how your alignment and your muscles are turned to make sure you're not doing something stupid and get yourself injured. Right now, I'm definitely not planning on using a stick to correct you with, like my lovely ballet instructors did when I was your age; whether or not I start is entirely up to you guys."
It wouldn't be ballet class without the threat of violence, right?
"If you actually have your own ballet slippers, great. If not, turns out there's a box of them you can borrow from. And they even seem mostly unused. You're going to want them, because they'll help you to move across the floor in the ways we want better. If for some reason, there's nothing in here that fits your or works for you," because you have, say, a giant yellow claw toe, "we'll figure something out. So go ahead, take a moment to find shoes that fit, and then we'll get to stretching, because it's important to warm up and cool down after each lesson. If you're not dressed to dance today, why the hell not? What were you expecting?"
She didn't exactly give a chance for answers.
"We're not doing introductions, because, honestly, I don't care who you are. Let's just get your shoes and then get started. Warm up stretches, then you'll be learning the five basic positions, then a cool down. It's not going to seem like you've done enough to need a cool down, but, trust me, even though it doesn't seem like much, if these are muscles you're not used to using, you'll feel it in weird ways tomorrow."
Rosa gave them a few more minutes, glancing dolefully at the clock that hadn't moved nearly enough, then sighed before instructing them all to find a spot on the floor.
[[ocdon the way up]]
...assuming that ballet teacher also looked about ready to murder a person at the drop of a slipper.
And just when she thought that, hey, at least it couldn't get worse, she got a look at who was actually in her class.
Oh, this was going to be just great.
"Alright," she said. "So this is going to be a ballet class." There were words she hadn't expected to be coming out of her mouth pretty much ever since she was about fifteen. "Ballet is a form of performance dance that got its start during the fifteenth century," she continued, sounding like she was reading from a Wikipedia page with extreme boredom, "and developed into its current form throughout the nineteenth century, mostly in Russia and France. So a lot of the terms we'll be using are based in French, Russian, or Italian. I'm not going to require the classic black leotards and pink tights for this class," especially since one of them wasn't even wearing clothes at all, "but I recommend you wear something you can move easily in and, preferably, something tightly fitted, so that it's easier for me to see how your alignment and your muscles are turned to make sure you're not doing something stupid and get yourself injured. Right now, I'm definitely not planning on using a stick to correct you with, like my lovely ballet instructors did when I was your age; whether or not I start is entirely up to you guys."
It wouldn't be ballet class without the threat of violence, right?
"If you actually have your own ballet slippers, great. If not, turns out there's a box of them you can borrow from. And they even seem mostly unused. You're going to want them, because they'll help you to move across the floor in the ways we want better. If for some reason, there's nothing in here that fits your or works for you," because you have, say, a giant yellow claw toe, "we'll figure something out. So go ahead, take a moment to find shoes that fit, and then we'll get to stretching, because it's important to warm up and cool down after each lesson. If you're not dressed to dance today, why the hell not? What were you expecting?"
She didn't exactly give a chance for answers.
"We're not doing introductions, because, honestly, I don't care who you are. Let's just get your shoes and then get started. Warm up stretches, then you'll be learning the five basic positions, then a cool down. It's not going to seem like you've done enough to need a cool down, but, trust me, even though it doesn't seem like much, if these are muscles you're not used to using, you'll feel it in weird ways tomorrow."
Rosa gave them a few more minutes, glancing dolefully at the clock that hadn't moved nearly enough, then sighed before instructing them all to find a spot on the floor.
[[ocd