- Tue Aug 11, 2015 6:18 pm
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This past summer I fell in love with ballet. It was the summer my grandmother called me and excitedly told me about two tickets she purchased to a show at the New York City Center, before inviting me to accompany her to the feat. The performances were set to include two prominent Russian dancers, both of whom have roots to the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. The Bolshoi Ballet is known for being an incredibly competitive dance company, producing some of the greatest talent in the industry, from artists such as Nina Ananiashvili to Nadezhda Pavlova.
Out of pure love and respect for my beloved grandmother, I had agreed to go. Admittedly, I myself had never been a ballet enthusiast, but thought it would be a welcome distraction from my studies. In fact, I still chuckle at this one memory I have during my early childhood, where the only way my grandmother could get me to attend, was through the promise of a Toys “R” Us visit directly afterwards. We had thus set out on the long trek over, all the way from south Brooklyn into uptown Manhattan.
Upon arrival, we hastily scurried into the theatre and walked up to our seats in the last row of a sold out show. As we sat back and patiently awaited for the lights to dim and the performance to start, I admit to not having felt quite as excited as I would have hoped. However, I knew the show would make my grandmother happy and there was not much more I could ask for. The memorable words she had even remarked to me before the curtains had risen; was that there would come a day when she would grow too old to do any of these exciting things with me, and therefore wanted us to have this one unforgettable night together.
The first act we saw was called Zeitgeist, choreographed by the well-known, Alastair Marriott, performed to the music of Philip Glass. It revealed four men dancing in unison with one another in tight, black leotards, each having very precise control over their bodily movements and gestures. It seemed as though they were effortlessly flying and gliding through out the stage, doing something that so greatly surpassed the ability of any normal human body. However, it was not until the famous ballerina, Natalia Osipova, joined them on stage, that the performance became quite the game changer. I found myself completely and utterly lost in the serene beauty of it all, almost having been moved to the verge of tears. The ballerina’s grand jeté , pirouettes, and high leg kicks, were nothing less than superb. She was constantly being lifted by all four male performers simultaneously, allowing her to hold some exquisitely, elegant poses in the air. These dancers made hard, strenuous leaps look easy and effortless, leaving not a single dry eye in the audience that night.
I soon also began to love what ballet embodied. To me it represented a deep portrayal of emotions, classical love stories, beautiful costumes, and tear-jerking, applaud worthy physical triumphs. My grandmother and I saw two more acts that night, before making the long journey back home. I had a sort of bittersweet feeling overwhelm me as the night came to a close. On the one hand I had discovered a new passion of mine, one which I would now cherish eternally. Whereas on the other hand, I also came to the saddening realization of how much I wished my parents placed me into ballet classes from a young age. I, too, would have wanted to be as elegant and graceful as the performers on stage that night. And of course to understand the feeling of flying and leaping around effortlessly, in addition to all of the intimate emotions that accompany dance. But I knew that if I took classes at this point in my life, that I could never train my body to act in the ways of a real ballerina. However, I will not let this idea discourage me from taking ballet classes in the future and being thrilled about mastering even the little things. I have always welcomed challenges with open arms, and the more impossible a thing seems to be, the greater I yearn to conquer it. I will now make the art of ballet my wonderful challenge, and I am quite hopeful there will come a day I can learn to stand on pointe, and if not, then that is okay, for I will keep trying regardless.
How is this so far as a first rough draft??
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated=D
Out of pure love and respect for my beloved grandmother, I had agreed to go. Admittedly, I myself had never been a ballet enthusiast, but thought it would be a welcome distraction from my studies. In fact, I still chuckle at this one memory I have during my early childhood, where the only way my grandmother could get me to attend, was through the promise of a Toys “R” Us visit directly afterwards. We had thus set out on the long trek over, all the way from south Brooklyn into uptown Manhattan.
Upon arrival, we hastily scurried into the theatre and walked up to our seats in the last row of a sold out show. As we sat back and patiently awaited for the lights to dim and the performance to start, I admit to not having felt quite as excited as I would have hoped. However, I knew the show would make my grandmother happy and there was not much more I could ask for. The memorable words she had even remarked to me before the curtains had risen; was that there would come a day when she would grow too old to do any of these exciting things with me, and therefore wanted us to have this one unforgettable night together.
The first act we saw was called Zeitgeist, choreographed by the well-known, Alastair Marriott, performed to the music of Philip Glass. It revealed four men dancing in unison with one another in tight, black leotards, each having very precise control over their bodily movements and gestures. It seemed as though they were effortlessly flying and gliding through out the stage, doing something that so greatly surpassed the ability of any normal human body. However, it was not until the famous ballerina, Natalia Osipova, joined them on stage, that the performance became quite the game changer. I found myself completely and utterly lost in the serene beauty of it all, almost having been moved to the verge of tears. The ballerina’s grand jeté , pirouettes, and high leg kicks, were nothing less than superb. She was constantly being lifted by all four male performers simultaneously, allowing her to hold some exquisitely, elegant poses in the air. These dancers made hard, strenuous leaps look easy and effortless, leaving not a single dry eye in the audience that night.
I soon also began to love what ballet embodied. To me it represented a deep portrayal of emotions, classical love stories, beautiful costumes, and tear-jerking, applaud worthy physical triumphs. My grandmother and I saw two more acts that night, before making the long journey back home. I had a sort of bittersweet feeling overwhelm me as the night came to a close. On the one hand I had discovered a new passion of mine, one which I would now cherish eternally. Whereas on the other hand, I also came to the saddening realization of how much I wished my parents placed me into ballet classes from a young age. I, too, would have wanted to be as elegant and graceful as the performers on stage that night. And of course to understand the feeling of flying and leaping around effortlessly, in addition to all of the intimate emotions that accompany dance. But I knew that if I took classes at this point in my life, that I could never train my body to act in the ways of a real ballerina. However, I will not let this idea discourage me from taking ballet classes in the future and being thrilled about mastering even the little things. I have always welcomed challenges with open arms, and the more impossible a thing seems to be, the greater I yearn to conquer it. I will now make the art of ballet my wonderful challenge, and I am quite hopeful there will come a day I can learn to stand on pointe, and if not, then that is okay, for I will keep trying regardless.
How is this so far as a first rough draft??
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated=D
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