I am not talking about cheeseburgers here.
(Although a double cheeseburger sounds delicious. I am somewhat easily distracted today.)
You guys. Last night in class, I did a double pirouette. Two turns. TWO.
Pirouette are not my forte. I struggle with them. I don’t spot well, and although my balance is fairly solid, I always feel out of control when I turn. I am super pleased when I get a kinda clean, at-least-I-landed-in-the-right position single.
Needless to say, the double was quite unexpected.
I didn’t mean to. We were doing a combo across the floor. And the second time through, I just. Kept. Turning. Luckily, we ran out of music, or I may have fallen down in shock. It honestly scared the crap out of me – I looked up at Madame watching us from the front of the studio and she just smiled and held up two fingers.
A double pirouette. It wasn’t clean, or pretty, or technically sound. But I did it. Which means I can do it again.