Monday, June 3, 2013

Life as a Dancer (part one) 138




I was only nine years old when my mother took me to the art academy for auditions to the ballet. I still remember being very nervous and impatient as a result of not sleeping the night before because of the excitement. As they called my name to the audition room, my chest filled up with butterflies, a room with over nine ballet instructors, professional dancers and even an orthopedic was witness of my adrenaline rush. It all went away the moment they played some classic music and asked me to start dancing freely. It was like if there were no other person in that room, just me and the allegro from the first act of Don Quixote. From that first moment I knew I was born to be a dancer.

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