It's Lizzie.

catatrigo:

You’ve got to accentuate the positive
And latch on to  the affirmative

Yuhui Choe, Royal Ballet 

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Ballet Zaida dancer Nicole Voris :)

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If only I could do bourrées as clean as this. </3

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two of my favorite things combined. :)

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I MADE IT I MADE IIIIIT! I can’t believe itttttt. March 2nd was one of the best mornings of my life! YAAAAAAY. My out of the blue blog entry/submission actually made it to the website!!!!!!!!!!! I’m just so happy okay. Really really really happy. really happy.

Click the photo to see!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3

Imagine this: A dark theatre at the wake of a thunderous applause. A silent pair of footsteps making its way to the center. Everything is quiet; a hush from the anticipation. Pairs of eyes waiting, expectant. And a single heartbeat. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything around seems to disappear at that moment. A blinding spotlight. A chin raised up with pride; eyes dashed with the sparkle of a thousand twinkling stars. Then a murderous smile. Then the music starts.

I can’t even begin to explain the fulfillment I get from the stage. Even just warming up on it makes me feel invincible. Performances and recitals have always been something I looked and will continue to look forward to simply because of the little things that make it all worth going through. Preparing my costumes the night before, making a check list of the things I need (internally panicking about what I potentially might forget to bring for the actual show), and performing the dances in my head over and over again and masochistically making myself more nervous just by doing so. oh God, the nerves. Together with the blisters, the bruises, the cramps.I will never trade those nerves for anything. It excites me. It keeps me going.

The chaos that happens in the backstage, I bask in it -I live for it. I’ve learned to appreciate the commotion brought about by the diversity of personalities in the dressing rooms. Girls fussing about different things all at the same time, it’s all so amusing, really! You’d see some happily chatting along and losing all signs of the stereotyped poise and composure ballet dancers ought to have; they slouch and pig out on snacks they packed to munch on while waiting for call time. And you’d smile at seeing other girls mentally preparing for the show doing stretches and warm ups on any empty space they can find. And more often than not, you’d laugh a bit at the girls whose faces are mere inches away from the mirrors trying to fix their appearances and fumbling with their eyeliners and lipsticks. (You know, prettying up and putting on each other’s stage make up, call me a girly girl, but I do rather enjoy it!)

But what I value the most, never changing in my 13 years of dancing, has got to be being in the company of dancers -friends- that I’ve grown to love as family. Moments with these people are moments to be cherished for the rest of my life. I’m lucky to have had a decent, even special, relationship with all of them on and off the stage all these years and they will always know how grateful I am for each of them. They make me enjoy dancing all the more, they keep me passionate about it.

Of course, we can’t exclude the highlight of the whole experience, which is dancing my heart out on that stage. It’s been my passion for a long time now -something I’ve always seen as a challenge. What with all the pressure and obstacles that come with being a dancer, I’ve been slapped with temptations of giving up. But not once did I ever consider it something that isn’t all worth it. I wouldn’t consider myself the best at it, but it’s where my heart belongs, it’s a part of me that’s been a constant outlet to let out all kinds of emotions that fly by. It doesn’t always make me happy, but it makes me content. so should it really matter if I am the best? or if I’m not? I may or may not continue dancing the rest of my life, I may or may not pursue a career as a professional ballerina, but like I said, it has my heart. I will always appreciate it for inspiring me and forever appreciate it for everything it made me.

Ridgepointe Ballet, my family, to you I am forever indebted. Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of dance. Cheers to 22 years of passion, precision and pure joy in dance! 

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership of the photo above.

I seem to have misplaced one of them but i’ll deal with that later. | 13 years and counting! This is where my heart belongs.  (Taken with instagram)