write a letter to express your feelings of first ballet
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I en hear people say that ballet is like dreaming on your toes and I just want to tell you that theyre right. Ballet is indeed a beautiful thing. This classical dance form has earned its reputation for being graceful, poised, elegant and it is truly all of that, especially to me. Every time I am on stage, on my toes, dancing the intricate, flowing patterns of the dance routine, I feel like the most graceful girl in the world. I feel light and dreamy, yet strong and empowered. Ballet is beautiful, and it makes me feel just as beautiful too.
I have fallen in love with ballet ever since my mother took me to my very first ballet class, when I was only seven years old. She had sent me to many different dance schools before where I learned to dance modern and traditional dance forms. I have always known that I liked to dance, but ballet that was love. I know that a lot of girls get sent by their parents to ballet class and they will just dance to make their parents happy, but I am forever grateful that my mom introduced me to ballet because I learned to dance and that made me happy.
I have never missed a ballet practice since then. Even when I was sick and unfit to dance, I would still attend the practice to sit on the sidelines and watch my friends dance. I watched as my fellow dancers come and go as life happens for them. In between school assignments and new friends, for some girls, ballet became a second priority or an additional hobby. But not for me. Over the years, ballet became my life. I stayed faithful and constantly looked forward to practicing it because it made me happy. I have come to really love ballet until there was nothing that could stand between me and my dancing.
When I am dancing, it feels as if the cares of the world have suddenly disappear, and I can express my feelings freely. I can pour my heart out without fear of being rejected or ridiculed, and I am in control – of my body and of my mind. When I am on stage, there is no one, but me and my dance, and thats where I feel the most peaceful. I can be myself. I can be the role I play. I can be anything I want to be and that freedom to just be is beautiful and what I love most about ballet. It is what keeps me dancing throughout the hardship that may come between me and my dance.
Ah, the hardship. People dont usually see that side of this beautiful art form. People are usually too mesmerized by the gracefulness of ballet and too captivated by the emotional atmosphere that is created through the flowing movements, that they fail to see the hard work and sweat behind it. To deliver a dance, ballerinas practice every single day – for hours on end. They dance the same dance routines for months before a show because they know that ballet demands good detail and good dynamics and that they need to repeat every dance movement over and over again until it is perfect. Ballet requires constant practice and humility to always start at the very beginning, knowing that every good technique is acquired through patience and repetitions and that processes cannot be skipped.
There are times when our bodies just want to quit. There are times when blisters and cuts and wounds get the better of us, and times when our feet hurts so much it feels like we were not going to make it. But the exams weve been training for and the shows that weve been rehearsing for were coming and so, we couldnt stop dancing. We couldnt stop practicing because we had come too close to stop. We could only scream silently and force ourselves to put our minds over matter. There were times we needed to do whatever it takes to make us feel better, even to only pamper our own feet and bodies. Those times made us understand that passion alone will never be enough and that we also needed to work hard.
I have fallen too much in love to let the hard work, sweat, pain, even blood that I have shed taint the love I have for this classical dance form. Instead, I have let it taught me more about myself and about life. I learned that practice does indeed make perfect and that pain is inevitable. I learned that beauty can indeed be attained, but the beauty isnt always the end goal, because sometimes, beauty can be found in the journey. I also learned that to experience the beauty is like catching a rainbow – you may have to cross mountains to get to it. Crying wont make the
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