November 29th, 2009
We’ve asked Daniel so many questions
He has locked himself in his office
And refused anything unrelated to choreography
“Where are we staying?”
“What is the stage going to be like?”
“Will we have a barre?”
“We aren’t going to be dancing on mud, are we?”
Daniel replied to the last one,
“No, of course not! Do you think that you could possibly do a plié in mud let alone a triple pirouette?”
Other than that question
Which he must have felt was absurd enough
To grace with an answer
Besides that, though
We are usually given a response somewhere along the lines of,
“There is too much estrogen in this office! Get out!”
Makes you wonder why he decided to work with ballerinas
He has told us that while we are not rehearsing and performing
We are going to be helping out on some service projects
“Putting those lazy muscles of yours to good use,”
Were his words
Ironic because our lives are dedicated to honing these very muscles into perfection
We won’t be raising much of a profit on this trip
But I’m calling it a service project
Because even though a few of our concerts will be ticket-based
For the few blessed with wealth in that country
To come and see our show
Otherwise, all of our shows will be free
(Something not every dancer is excited about—it cuts into our minimal pay)
It is our job to spread the art of ballet to the world
And Haiti is on our stop list
YOU ARE READING
Floating Petals
General FictionIt seems as if the flowers that I danced with today hold the petals that I will wear in my hair on my deathbed tomorrow. [a novel in verse]
