Orla’s Ballet Shoes:
Today for most of the day, I was a chaperone at the big rehearsal for Orla’s Ballet school show, which takes place next month. It was hectic to say the least; little dancers, big dancers, lots of Mums, some Dads, games, excitement and lots of running about, while rehearsals took place on the stage. The show is a pretty big deal, as it is taking place at the Chichester Festival Theatre, and is only staged every two years. There are two performances; a matinee and an evening performance.
Needless to say Luke and I are facing it with a sense of excitement and dread. The disaster of the school Nativity is still fresh in our minds. I am not sure personally how wise it was to schedule two shows, one taking place in the evening, at which many of the dancers are so young, but we shall see.
Still, we are hopeful she will keep it together and there is a Fairy Doll in it for her if she pulls it off. I am happy to say, Orla loves Ballet. She has been going to Ballet school for about a year and a half now, and her enthusiasm shows no sign of waning.
It means a lot to me that she loves it so. I loved, no…adored Ballet as a little girl. I read countless books, drew endless pictures of ballerinas, knew all the moves and positions, knew all about the famous dancers of the day and in the past, all the famous Ballet companies, and occasionally I would go with my friend and watch her class. Sadly, my parents wouldn’t let me do Ballet, why I don’t know. Could have been the money issue (but I doubt it). Who knows. So, I made up my mind that if my little girl wanted to do Ballet, then so she would.