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| Prepping for barre work. |
Musical memory and muscle memory ruled the day and got me through. At the barre, there were shaky one-legged balancing holds where some strength needs to be rebuilt. I nearly always remembered the music, and if I didn’t think about it too much, muscle memory kicked in and the movements took over. When the muscle memory was spotty or if it was something I hadn’t ever fully learned, I had seven dance pals to follow. One even called out the steps on a dance I wasn’t familiar with.
We ran through a lot of the repertoire. In many cases, I remembered the costumes we wore back in the day more than the dance itself, which is on brand for me. “Creation” featured metallic silver leotards under black capes. “Tales of Vienna Woods” had light green dresses with flower chains diagonally across the torso. “Chopin Preludes” (Opus 28 No. 20 followed immediately by No. 7) was a maroon leotard with a maroon wrap skirt.
We did dances with tour jetes and turns for which I didn’t fully trust my recently wonky left knee, the steadiness of my feet, or my ballet slippers on the slippery floor. We danced soft, quiet dances that required lots of control and still broke a sweat. There were dances with quick footwork and spins that made me dizzy. It was glorious. It felt like home. Several hours later I was a little sore, but in a good way. Tomorrow I may be sore in the barely can move way and that will also be good.
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