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Jan. 19th, 2010 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddYou know how sometimes you come across someone who seems exactly like a fictional character you know, but it takes you a while to process the resemblance because they're in a completely different context/career/setting than the character?
Tonight's ballet lesson was taught by a different teacher, though I think the guy who did it the last two weeks was only filling in. If this guy is the regular one, I'll be quite pleased, because he had us start off with some very good stretches and turn-out excercises, though they were very hard. Also, he definitely favours the hands-on-I-will-MAKE-your-body-move-this-way approach, which works for me. As in, I was trying to do a plié, and he wanted me to keep my torso as high and long as possible, so he was holding on to my ribs and pulling up, and I was, "But now I can't go down!" and he was all, "Yes, that's it!"
I really enjoyed the class, but about five minutes before it ended, my brain finally put it all together: the quiet monotone that rattles off fast explanations about arm positions and the angle your head should be at; the messy hair; the tall, thin body; the rectangular glasses with the thick black frames; the geeky track pants. I nearly burst out laughing in the middle of a turn, because the teacher is Inui! *giggled all the way home*
Tonight's ballet lesson was taught by a different teacher, though I think the guy who did it the last two weeks was only filling in. If this guy is the regular one, I'll be quite pleased, because he had us start off with some very good stretches and turn-out excercises, though they were very hard. Also, he definitely favours the hands-on-I-will-MAKE-your-body-move-this-way approach, which works for me. As in, I was trying to do a plié, and he wanted me to keep my torso as high and long as possible, so he was holding on to my ribs and pulling up, and I was, "But now I can't go down!" and he was all, "Yes, that's it!"
I really enjoyed the class, but about five minutes before it ended, my brain finally put it all together: the quiet monotone that rattles off fast explanations about arm positions and the angle your head should be at; the messy hair; the tall, thin body; the rectangular glasses with the thick black frames; the geeky track pants. I nearly burst out laughing in the middle of a turn, because the teacher is Inui! *giggled all the way home*
