Chapter 7 San Francisco
There were about 25 men in the dance room with an unspoken, yet clear sense of territory. I walked in feeling rather shy, unsure of where to stand. In the world of ballet, hierarchy plays an important role with dancers fiercely defending their turf. I stood in the corner.
This was such a different game than the one I knew. When it came time to execute the big acrobatic jumps and turns, the men, who showed off their tricks with macho-like attitudes, were relieved to see that I had a long way to go. I wasn’t a threat.
Although I was still a member of the school’s scholarship program, I was permitted to partake in the professional training. The San Francisco Ballet facilities were nothing like the sophisticated state-of-the-art ABT studio in New York. Funky, somewhat rundown, and more relaxed…