Today was the last jazz class before the summer break. Only three people showed up, the rest being on vacation/at a party/working late/too damn hot/abducted by aliens (delete as applicable).
The good thing about a really small class like that is that the teacher gets to see almost every mistake you make and give you tailor-made corrections. You can learn a lot in such a class. The bad thing is, any illusions of grandeur you might have take a massive hit.
Today, I learned that my tendus suck. My ballet teacher always instructs us to push the foot out «through» the floor, meaning in noticeable contact with the surface. My particular illusion of grandeur in this case was that I had mastered this art to perfection. Which is an asinine assumption for someone who has been doing ballet for all of four months.
So today, my jazz teacher, Y., told me to point my toes during tendus. I did. She told me to point them some more. I tried, failed and was like «I have reached the limits of this feeble mortal shell that is but a vessel for the mad dancing skillz of my soul.»
Or maybe I just said «But they just won’t point!». You’ll never know, will you?
And then Y. was like, «Nonsense, you’re putting weight on them.»
And I was like, «NU-UH!!!»
And she was like, «Yes, you are.»
And I was. It was just the weight of the leg itself, but it was still weight. I tried doing a tendu with the weight completely off the toes, but still pushing them through the floor and they pointed like a boss. It was pretty hard on my leg muscles, though.
This is a lesson I learn time and time again in every dance class I take: if it’s easy, you’re probably doing it wrong.