The first piece of the evening was a world premiere, Serenade
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photo credit: Andrea Mohin (not the cast I saw) |
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photo credit: Rosalie O'Connor |
Seat-neighbor-wise, I'm starting to recognize some of the people in the balcony and I even think I can guess some of their handles on ballet chat boards! Which is strange, but there you have it. I was in a row of odd ducks, not the least of whom was the gal who sat on the aisle and refused to let people pass her, because she didn't want anyone to step on her bare feet. BARE FEET. Oh, hell no. There was also the guy in front of me who looked exactly like Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man - my teeth began to ache just seeing him. But the happiest seat neighbor experience was when I arrived: I was getting ready to sit down and I heard my name called. I looked up and saw an old friend with whom I hadn't chatted in a long time! It was so nice to catch up with him! He is one of the nicest people on the planet, so knowing he was behind me and I would get to chat with him during intermissions put a smile on my face the whole night. A smile on top of my ballet smile. Though, two things: I forgot to take out my camera to get photos of curtain calls, and the chandelier didn't raise again. I was going to ask an usher about it, but forgot. I'll ask next time, but then my smile might turn upside down if I hear it will never raise again...
Having a double dose of ballet in one day has quite spoiled me for everyday life! To badly quote Jane Austen. Looking forward to what the next magical experience will be...
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