Ballet Dancer

My Little ballet dancer

Ms White used to run a little Ballet dance studio not far away from our home. Before she opened her studio she herself used to dance in one of the finest ballet groups in the country.

I knew Ms White very superficially... I used to see her at the neighborhood's grocery store while we both were shopping there. I knew what Ms White's occupation was, because once while being with one of my lady friends at the store whose name was Lucy -- she told me. Lucy's daughter used to take Ms White classes. But Ms White and me never even say hello to each other. It wasn't such a unusual thing -- nobody have never introduced us to each other.

One day my daughter just arrived from the school, she told me that her little friend is going to audition to Ms White's class that will start the next month. My daughter wanted to go and take the audition herself also. I liked the idea and I promised her to take her to the audition.

The audition went well, and my daughter and her little friend accepted to the studio. The classes contained warm-up, stretches, and ballet movements. Ms White used to explain all of the movements step-by-step in a very easy language and than she used to perform those steps by herself and then she used to ask the children to perform those steps that she just show them a few minutes ago.

The things I just wrote above weren't gone exactly in such a smooth sequence. Ms White was very demanding and later I also came to believe that she never knew when to compliment her little students.

Yes, she usually started with a short explanation. I wrote, she started. Because at the moment she saw that one of the little ones turned to her girlfriend in order to talk to her.... she used to stop her explanation, and turned to that little girl's mother, and demanded that the mother reprimand her daughter for bad behavior. Mothers already knew if they wouldn't do what Ms White was ask to do she and her daughter would have leave that dance lesson and never come back.

Than came the 'show part', where Ms White showed the steps herself. And once again, if she saw that all those little eyes weren't firmly fixed on her... she would demanded that the mother reprimand her daughter and so on...

Slowly those classes became hard for me. I was always afraid that terrible moment would come when I would have -- in order to fulfill Ms White whish -- to reprimand my daughter...

One day, my daughter come and asked my permission to stop going to Ms. White classes. She wanted to explain me why she came to that decision... but I was so happy to hear the good news that I give my permission at the moment she finished her first sentence.