November 20, 2024
Jack
Ballet class: I am still the worst student, and the regular Master finally returned from NYC to take over the class. She openly looked me up and down, advanced, and asked me to identify myself in a tone between "Who the hell are you?" and "You're in the wrong room, deliveries go the the loading dock." I didn't blink and answered direct and steady. She arched an eyebrow, turned, and ordered the class to begin.
I was off step, off time, arms always wrong, but the most intensely concentrated on her every move and command. With a look over her shoulder, she had my deficits figured out in an instant. Still, as the lesson rolled on, I could tell my focus and effort was causing a conflict between her sense of discipline and favor for the most committed student. The clash had to be resolved and she marched up to me, stopped a foot from my face, barked some correction about my "turn-out". Her eyes were locked on me, and I calmly looked back into her. She searched for fear, or fraud, or any unworthiness. I let her look, and knowing she found nothing untrue, a tiny smile went up from the right corner of my mouth to my eyes. Seeing this, she was unable to stop reflecting the same back to me. Her smile was still there when she turned and walked away. From that moment, I think she loved me like every teacher who receives the gift of a student who will do anything to learn without fear of pain, exhaustion, or looking like a fool.
Ceci
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