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Ballet Du Maurais
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34 Ballet Du Maurais Huge hall, Brahms Hall 40 dancers could easily move in. I grab my drink, take an aspirin. Most of the dancers in their 20’s, don’t get the combination. Some older dancers do. I quickly learn the steps are done to the right then the left then the right then the left again. One woman runs for a drink but the instructor yells some thing like, “No, wait, later.” I haven’t had a class for two weeks so nothing is sore but I’m out of shape still he comes up to me, says “Bon, tres, bon.” I feel my face turn rouge. I’m feeling I’m the only one tho there are 40, 50 in the room, “Lyn,” he says, motions for me to come up to the front. I had planned to stay in the back ground, be invisible, just get thru. But suddenly it’s 35 “Leeyn, up here” and while I wasn’t sure of the words, it was clear he picked me to lead, demonstrate the adagio. Nothing in the class could get better I was sure but he kept me up there, in the center – I could have been on stage. I wanted everything over to not spoil it. It was like making love in the dark with a man who to your astonishment seems to think you’re what he wants, that you’re the one so special – but you don’t want to wake up with him in too bright light after the lull of candles and wine ...