Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

It goes without saying that I love music. Everything and anything to do with music works for me. I love singing, I love operas, musicals, playing the piano, and yes, I have loved dancing for as long as I have known. In school, I participated in dance items for the annual school concerts. I remember playing the part of a flamenco dancer, wearing a chili-red frilly skirt and a white lacy blouse, holding a pretty fan for effect (yes, I still have that picture!). I was also caught up in that whole Debbie Gibson era, and I can see myself now dancing to the rhythm of Electric Youth. I even choreographed the entire dance sequence, together with a good girl friend of mine!

Aahhh…those were fantastic memories that would be etched in my mind forever.

The one genre of dance I did not explore fully was ballet. When I was a little girl, I did take up ballet classes, but somewhere along the line, the interest fazed out, unfortunately. A few years later when I was older, my classmate (who did take up ballet) related stories to me about bleeding toes and torn ballet shoes, all a result of ballet practice. How I wish now that that had not deterred me to pursue ballet to another level. A ballet performance is such a riveting one to witness. There’s something fascinating about watching lithe and graceful ballet dancers moving to the music of Swan Lake, twirling effortlessly in a pirouette in unison in all their pink tutus and beautifully extending their arms in an arabesque, with hair perfectly coiffed up in a bun.

If only I had taken ballet a few levels further, I could be one of those ballerinas. Well, maybe I can still play pretend and buy a tutu and a pair of shoes? Maybe.