Chapter 15 Healing the scar
Healing The Scar
I thought I would never dance ballet again, but I couldn’t stay away longer than nine months. The return to daily training showed what a jealous lover ballet can be. My leg extensions had lowered, the strength in my feet was gone and my pirouettes were totally off center. I had to climb up the ladder once more.
After the dramatic exit from San Francisco Ballet, if I was going to dance in that city again, I was going to be in the best shape I’d ever been.
I was back to tiny meals and hundreds of sit-ups – and I found a new training ground. The performing space was a bohemian location a block south of Market St. called Dancer’s Stage – a ballet academy frequented by SFB dancers when they needed to get away from their regular training. The ballet master, Yehuda Mehor, was a religious disciple of New York’s ballet Guru, Maggie Black, and had a slight streak of Gladstein in him – taking pleasure in belittling dancers in the middle of the training floor. So, when I made it clear to him that if he gave me the least reason, I would pick up my dance and leave, he left me in peace…