The final bow of Nutcracker 2015

Sunday marked our final show of The Nutcracker for our 2015 season.

Cue tears.

For some reason, after Saturday's show, I felt so good about going into Sunday. I didn't know why, but my confidence was soaring. I guess maybe I finally felt confident in what I was doing--possibly because I had done it before already?--or maybe it was because it was the last show. I don't know.

At warm up, the day started off well when I saw my favorite teacher, Ms. Lori. She moved to Austin and teaches up there, but came down to see us on Saturday and Sunday. She is so freaking wonderful; the type of person you can hope to be. She really teaches in a way where you learn something every class, and meets you where you are but doesn't leave you there. You're better after being with her.

Warm-up also started off really well, particularly due to the freaking awesome Rat Queen/Maid presents a la Andie.

We all wore them during warm-up, and Jessica and I proceeded to zoom around like we were superman.

It was so much fun, and really helped me to keep up my moral, and not give up from feeling sick.

(Why is that so common on show days?)

Julie did our warm-up, which included a really good stretch. Mariela and the fellow Insteppers and I know it as the Joffrey Stretch, but they call it something else. As we did it, (bring the leg up to passe, grab the heel and extend out, bring it out to second and get a good stretch) a few girls at the barre next to me all freaked out at the same time over how high my leg was. It was really funny. Their eyes got really big and they said things like, "Dang, Emilee!" I didn't really realize how high it was until they commented. It felt so good, and really shocked me, because it was really high.

Later, we did grand battements in center, and again my leg decided that was the day to go super high. I was able to maintain control and turn out while doing this as well. It felt really good.

Turns sucked, but I laughed about it. Jetes were really fun since we were wearing capes; it made us look like we were flying.

I got ready for the show and came downstairs with my camera, as usual. Jessica and I had our capes on to get pictures in costume (see above.) Ms. Munro saw us and asked me, "Are you wearing that on stage?"

I looked at her, because she didn't say it like, "You're not wearing that on stage, are you?" But rather like someone had a really good suggestion and we just hadn't told her yet or something. I looked at her and asked, "I mean, can I?" She commented on how cute it was and said she thought it would be great and, "Let's ask Alex!" Mrs. Alex came over and Ms. Munro asked her, to which she said, "I think it's cute, and it goes with the costume. I don't see why not!" 

I GOT TO WEAR THE CAPE.

Now I felt really empowered. Like a security blanket of sorts. No matter what happened on stage, I was wearing a cape and therefore immune to disaster. 

Jessica helped me pin it so it wouldn't fall off in partnering, just in case, but we had to pin it over the Rat head. This made things a bit tight, but it worked. The partnering bit went alright, I probably could have been a bit more solid, but Sean is a rockstar and makes me look so good. 

My shoe came off in the jetes again, but my ribbons were tied well (thanks Elizabeth) so the shoe just came off the heel and stayed on enough to get through. 

(Lillian got these gems of the incident.)

(Thanks Lillian :) )

I didn't forget anything, and was even able to grab the cannon ball, which I heard Ms. Munro praise from the wings. This made me feel really good and like I actually succeeded in the role, rather than just merely getting by. 

When we finished, Ms. Munro commented on how good the cape looked on stage. I said, "it made me feel like I could fly in my jetes!" To which she responded, "You did fly!" 

My eyes went something like this O.O

My mind is blown. I never expected her to say that. ahh!!

After the scene ended, we stayed in costume to get pictures with my sweet mouse, Addison, and my rat family

Colin had to go to the bathroom, so he missed the family portrait.

It's funny how you can tell which rat is which, even with heads on.

Addison was the mouse we picked up and carried. She is an absolute sweetheart!

It was really difficult coming off stage and not being able to take the head off and breathe. Remember, the cape was safety pinned over the head, so I had to keep myself from panicking at the fact I couldn't get air. Greyson saved me, though, after a few minutes. All was well.

(definitely worth it.)

The rest of the show went smoothly, except it seemed to be the day everyone slipped. A Chinese, our Sugar Plum, even Clara, mostly in the the same spot on the stage. They recovered extremely well, though, and no one remembered it even happened. Signs of a true professional.

Flowers went well, also. I was able to get nail the corrections I had been given, and Isabel and I got the timing right on the finale, so I felt really successful overall.

(I can't remember how to get this to rotate, but my sister took it from the audience :D )

I don't know exactly what it was about this season, but now that it's over, my heart feels so extremely full from having lived it.

I wouldn't have expected this in the beginning, seeing how there seemed to be more drama than usual and everyone kept getting sick and hurt. But it turned out to be one of my absolute favorite memories.

It's probably due largely to the people.

I have realized, now more than ever, that I have such wonderful, incredible people in my life.

Those that encourage me, celebrate with me, listen to me vent. Those that are kind and loving and fun. They make this experience something I cherish. Without them, it would just be us going through the motions.

Dance friends really are the best friends, and basking in this after show glow is my favorite thing right now. My fellow dancers are what make this what it is. From the youngest cherub to the oldest company member, I couldn't be more grateful. 

It's also heart warming to have friends who support you and come to watch. 

I wish I could express what it means, but words fail me.

My heart is so full.

Now, friendship isn't about gifts, but I did receive some from cherished friends that really hit my heart. Every single one of them means more to me than I could ever say. They really didn't have to do that, yet they took the time out to think of me and choose to do something for me to make me feel special. And it did. It really did.

What a wonderful season of memories, growth, and hard work.

Until next year!

Nutcracker 2015, first weekend

We made it through our first weekend of performances.

I did Rat Queen and Petit Fleur on Saturday night and just Petit Fleur on Sunday.
My body decided this would be a super fun time to not like food, so that got really cute really quickly. I somehow managed, though, and made it through.

It was a really fun weekend. I did Rat Queen the best I've ever done it, though I could still improve more. Jessica is so good at it, it's kind of difficult to match it. But I didn't miss anything or fall out of the lift or anything like that, so that was good. I have one more chance to do it, and I'm excited. (two if you count the rehearsal I probably have.)

We had school shows on Friday, which is where I did my messing up. It wasn't that bad, or all that noticeable, so I just kinda roll with it. The kids are great. One of them told me I looked like a clown, which I got a good laugh out of. (In my petit fleur costume, even.) Some of them just came right up and hugged you, which made me a puddle on the floor. It's really cool to see their faces light up.

One of the nights, when we came out to begin finale, you could hear a child somewhere near the front gasp and say, "Look! The flowers!" It definitely made the smile on my face real and made me feel good. Sometimes it can feel pretty monotonous, being a petit fleur. It's nice to be reminded that every role matters from someone who is out in the audience.

The Clara's for this weekend completely rocked the role. I was so proud to watch them and found myself with chills, even after seeing it for the umpteenth time. They worked so hard and completely embodied the role, you couldn't help but feel something.

This year, I haven't really been in the dressing rooms much, which can be kinda lame, or kinda great. It's definitely great. I love getting to see the hard work come to life, and also get to take pictures of and support my friends in their various roles.
There's something about show season that is extra special over the regular dancing season. Classes are great and learning and growing is important, but getting to put on a production with your friends who share the same love as you is something hard to describe. This really is my family; the one I chose for myself. They are there to support me and help me when I need it. They laugh with me and cry with me. They love me, and I obviously love them. Even the difficult members, haha.

We have this one life, and this is part of it. It's not just about accomplishing something, but about all the steps it takes to get there. A story with just a beginning and an end doesn't make for very interesting reading. What makes it great is the middle--the journey. This is that middle part, the dash between the dates of when we're born and when we die. We get to choose how to fill it an how we handle the things that come at us. We are creating now the stories we will tell when we're old and grey, or even just in a few years when we look back on these ballet years. These people are the names we will say to those listening. the ones we'll write about in memoirs. Obviously, not all of them, but the ones that truly matter to us. You never know who someone is going to become. They could be the next Margot Fonteyn or The Beatles for all you know. Or you could be. Who's to say that won't be so? We are living history.

I'm going to be really sad when this show is over, but I'll look forward to the Spring show. I want to take every opportunity to be with and around my dance friends that I can--they make me feel alive. I think the hardest part of this new job is knowing how much of that I'm going to have to sacrifice, and the reality that my body just isn't cooperating like I need it to be. I'm trying not to worry about the future now. I'm not there yet. Who knows what will happen between today and the days ahead?

Here are some pictures from this last weekend's shows and rehearsals.

Lauren, Clara on Saturday night

"foot five" from when I learned how to really tie my shoes.

Abarrane killing it

Eloise, elegant as always

View from the stage

I don't know why this always twists, but oh well. My feet on the left, Abarrane's on the right.

I was given these polaroids and decided to take them entirely of Nutcracker things. They came out really well, I'd say.

This one is of me and Mariela. I love it

Dressing room, featuring Sheridan.

Sleeping Shrub

Abarrane and I

Watching rehearsals. In aw.

Shrub and Lauren!

This was from Katerina's birthday party between school shows and rehearsal. So. Much. Fun.

Dressing room, featuring Adrienne.

Allison as snow backstage

Abarrane

Mariela

Allison, Lauren, and Annika

Lauren and I

Abarrane and Lauren

My sweet Lillian came and got some great pictures backstage. It's so nice to actually be in the pictures for a change!

Ms. Heidi

(Thanks for this one, Shrub)

Maddie

Gabby

Alyssa as Clara from Sunday night

Elizabeth as Snow Queen

Cheyaaaaanne!

Eloise, Elizabeth, me and Abarrane

Adrienne and me

For real though

Emerson had to drop out because of torn ligaments, but was able to be our Nutcracker at the end of the show! We were all so glad to have her!

Mariela and me

Alyssa and me after her Clara night

Alyssa as Clara

Mariela in Spanish

the angels (melt)

Snow

A girl scout troop from Portland got to meet some of us backstage after Sunday's show. They were absolutely adorable, and asked questions about the show and Ms. Munro showed them the stage and how the curtains fly in and out and the lights and everything that goes into making the show. Some asked how old you have to be to dance en pointe and how it even happens and what the shoes do to help. I asked if they wanted to feel the shoes, and explained what they were made out of. They were in awe. As they were leaving, one of the adults asked me if it was easier to get en pointe when you're older or younger. I told her both had their pros and cons. That your feet are stronger when your older, which makes some things easier, but when you're younger, you're fearless. Risk is easier. And you have to be able to take risks. I told them I was twenty-five when I started and they were pretty shocked to hear I was twenty-seven and only danced 4 years. I told them about Annika, and how she has only done ballet for 4 years and she's Clara. It's never too late. You have to want it and be willing to work hard. 

One of the girls takes classes at Munro, and she was thrilled to get to be on the stage and see everything. We turned around to see her dancing and spinning and just losing herself on the stage, having the time of her life.

This is what it's about.