First time on my toes

I loved this studio. It was so quiet. It looked like a silent place, a heaven where everything was possible. And everything was possible. I saw birds, mice, princes, princesses, dolls, drunk people, Russian, Italian, French and a lot of incredible things! This studio was big and there was a wall made only with windows. Sunshine came sometimes, and we were lovelier than ever. Sunshine lit up the studio, illuminating the wooden floor, the mirror-wall and our reflections. There was this very particular smell I miss. It smelled like the wood of our pointe shoes, the warm smell of our pointes after work. I could smell rosin too, this stone we crushed in a white powder and put under and on the tip of our pointes to turn better and not slip. I put on my pointes; they fit me perfectly. I crossed my ribbons on my feet. They became beautiful! I got up, put my hands on the barre, and placed my body in first position, waiting for the music.

The music began and I rose on the tip of my toes. Such a nice sensation, I felt light and tall. My heels came back to the floor but I wanted to rise again. I felt my feet became strong and beautiful. I didn’t care about my pain; I just wanted to rise again and again.

We changed the music and the exercise. Every girl danced piqués en tournant, it’s a turn on one leg. My turn came, my right toes touched the floor, and I turned. The sensation was so wonderful! I feel that each time I do piqués. Even if my body was tight, I felt free, light, fast, like a bird. When I had to stop turning, I wanted to continue even if I walked like a drunk man because I didn’t turn my head quickly enough. Nowadays, I turn faster, sometimes I turn twice before turning one more time. But I always feel free, feeling the passion of dance inside me.

Written on September 2010, the 8th

Picture Credits: Internet