The second act opened with a parade dance.
A couple of guys cartwheeled from stage left.
I was in a group of three. We entered doing a chaines.
Centerstage. A couple of battement kicks, plies.
Land in an arabesque.
I couldn't do a pirouette if my life depended on it.
A couple of jumps.
A couple of lifts.
An eight-count free for all. What to do?!
Go front right and do a solo rond de jambe, of course.
My grades dipped when I was in fourth year highschool because I decided to join the school play. But it was all worth it. No, I didn't enjoy drama... I loved dance. The director had a little problem with us though. Our sissy bodies didn't go well with the de-kanto choreography that previous school plays had. Turned out we were too graceful for the very butch theatre moves he was used to. And so he had no choice but have us do... jazz.
How ironic can you get? An all-boys school mounting a school play with sissy boys doing jazz... and a select group of 14 had a crash course on ballet. Yep, I was in that 14. I did ballet. And then they ask how I turned out gay?