Embrace the glory that is the middle part.

Another show.

Swan Lake is quickly approaching. Today was our last rehearsal in the studio; the next time I put on my pink coffins will be on the stage of the Gallo Center for the arts. This show.... god, what can I say? Its beautiful, its painful, its admired, its feared, its loved, adored: its Swan Lake. It is the ballet of all ballets. 

I love this. I love everything about it. I love that I am given a splendid opportunity in Act I to perform the Pas de Trois. I love how much I despise the beginning of Act II, I love how I stare at the dancer's arse in front of me as I clench my own and bunker down for the excruciatingly long holds that seem to know no limit. I love being a snobby princess from Sweden in Act III who prances around the court with a feather that scoffs down upon all the other peons. And finally, I love Act IV, not just because it is the end of the ballet, but because the movement is simply brilliant. Its gorgeous and sad and the music is mesmerizing and epic and tragic. Yet in the end, its inspiring. Its romantic and hopeful. I would love to be Odette/Odile. Not for the fame, or the applause; I dont even deserve it. Hell, I am certain I couldnt even dance it technically well. But I would give anything to emote all of what those two characters feel. If I were ever given the opportunity to perform it, I would die of happiness. Because I love how beautiful I feel when I dance. I'm not even saying I dance beautifully, I'm just addicted to dance's natural high. Lets be honest, I have some extreme self esteem issues. But despite the endless mirrors and the failed pirouettes, I love nothing more than that passion that is lit within me like a flame. I feel... happy. I feel joyous. I feel unearthly. I never want to stop loving what I love. 

I cant imagine life without ballet... Life without ballet doesnt seem like much of a life at all.