Since I last wrote on this blog, so SO much happened. Tomorrow, it will be my first barre work since 10 months. Yes… 10 months without ballet, a first in my life since a started ballet at the age of 7. Never have I stopped dancing completely for so long. Here’s the story.
Before last year’s annual Concours de Promotion at the Paris Opera Ballet, while I had never been so confident, I broke my 4th metatarsal joint one week before the D-day. I was rehearsing Jerome Robbins’ second variation “Brown Boy” from Dances at a Gathering, my first rehearsal with the brown leather boots, which were way too big for me. At the moment of the bad landing, I couldn’t imagine the injury was so serious, so I kept dancing and finished the solo. Less than 24 hours later, before I knew it I was at the hospital on the operating table. Next to my head, written “morphine“. “So how did it happen ?”, asked the surgeon. Before I realised, I found myself waking up from the surgery with more morphine injections.
Long story short, the past ten months were unprecedented. With almost no ballet at all : no classes, no waking up with soreness, no daily makeup and removing makeup, no costumes, no soft-shoes, no performances, nothing balletic at all. Instead, a little bit of music, lots of studying, entrepreneurship, appointments, more hospital and morphine and anticoagulant injections, crutches, exams and graduation, French Civil Code and physiotherapy.
Tomorrow, I shall finally step into the studio at the Paris Opera after all this. Trying to be a dancer again with new perspectives.