Though my mind is usually on that morning flight to the Caribbean, I find closing nights depressing. It was the premiere of Peter Martins new production of The Sleeping Beauty . I sat in the audience with a cast on my left lower leg, having days before torn my achilles tendon rehearsing the Bluebird variation. How sad to watch the party from the outside window and not be allowed through the door. A little out of breath, carrying a few extra ounces, but there s nothing like coming home.
Inspiration is everywhere.
The words that he and I exchanged are less than those written here, but repeated experiences with his ballets have continued to educate. An unending dialogue between a long gone choreographer and a modern interpreter of his work. With each performance the process evolves in an effort to do justice to the work of a genius. So many dancers, old young, male, female, principal and apprentice, too many to name, as well as some wonderful coaches and choreographers. I had a pretty big success in my School of American Ballet workshop performance at the age of 12, and joining the New York City Ballet was certainly another highlight.