I was finally asked by my teacher if I was ready to go on pointe. It caught me so off guard that I said "No," and my face turned lobster red. The entire class stared at me. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I say yes? I know that's what everyone is waiting to be asked. It's the one of the most honorable privileges in ballet.
I suppose it was the stress of trying to find a job in the big city, not drinking more than 2 glasses of wine a night, balancing boxing AND ballet class, and trying to squeeze tightly a dwindling budget that I guess, true to form, pointe shoes were the last thing on my mind.
But honestly, I am secretly thrilled.