Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 13:29:31 GMT -5
Non-stop
Ev’ry day you fight like you’re running out of time.
Like you’re running out of time...
Are you running out of time?
@orion
Like you’re running out of time...
Are you running out of time?
@orion
He was in his office after rehearsal, his lips curled into a frown as he scrawled out yet another thing to put on the bulletin board. They thought it was so easy, his dancers. They thought that Dimitri simply scrawled out a rehearsal schedule, that he didn't have meetings with board members, that he didn't have to figure out how they were going to advertise the new show. He really wanted to get rid of the damn internship program, too, but the board had wanted it to stay, citing that it was helpful. No, it really wasn't. He wasn't seeing his younger dancers (during their formative years). So many people thought that ballet was a once a week thing, that they could show up once a week and rehearse and have it be done with. No. No, no no. Ballet was everyday. Ballet was from ten in the morning until ten at night. It was something that they needed to do for hours each day. Ballet was so much more than what they thought.
Ballet was not contortion. That was ridiculous. That implied that you simply stuck your leg behind your head; contortionists were not dancers. Any dancer who claimed they were contortionists... They were wrong. Ballet required flexibility, not contortioning. Merlin, he didn't even know what the action of that would even be. And ballet was most decidedly not just a hobby or an interest. That was when he took students aside and told them they wouldn't be happy within his school. Ballet was something that they did everyday, ballet really required students to be pulled out of school once they got serious enough. It was, really, Hogwarts or Ballet, and the new administration didn't seem to get that, what with demanding that students be enrolled in the school. He had wondered initially if he would be able to get his students back out of sheer determination, but he knew that it wouldn't be so. Once those dancers got a taste of Hogwarts there was no way that they would want to go back to Avalon every day.
It was a pity that the arts was so underfunded. Maybe he could get what he wanted, then... Instead he was required to write silly little notes that reminded the dancers of contract negotiations coming up soon. It was almost time; they had nearly one more week before he wanted everything finalized. That involved a meeting and discussion of who would be getting a promotion, and, not that he really thought anyone would be getting one, he wanted to make sure that they had everything all together. Meetings always took time. Dancers wanted to talk about everything that they were going through, they wanted to discuss what was going on and what they should work on. He couldn't always answer with 'everything', so Dimitri had to be specific. Sometimes, weirdly specific. He and Melina had been working on the notes for weeks, and he knew that some of the girls were wearing their flashier brands of leotards- LuckyLeo, those Japanese ones... That wasn't going to make him notice them any more than normal, though.
Ballet was not contortion. That was ridiculous. That implied that you simply stuck your leg behind your head; contortionists were not dancers. Any dancer who claimed they were contortionists... They were wrong. Ballet required flexibility, not contortioning. Merlin, he didn't even know what the action of that would even be. And ballet was most decidedly not just a hobby or an interest. That was when he took students aside and told them they wouldn't be happy within his school. Ballet was something that they did everyday, ballet really required students to be pulled out of school once they got serious enough. It was, really, Hogwarts or Ballet, and the new administration didn't seem to get that, what with demanding that students be enrolled in the school. He had wondered initially if he would be able to get his students back out of sheer determination, but he knew that it wouldn't be so. Once those dancers got a taste of Hogwarts there was no way that they would want to go back to Avalon every day.
It was a pity that the arts was so underfunded. Maybe he could get what he wanted, then... Instead he was required to write silly little notes that reminded the dancers of contract negotiations coming up soon. It was almost time; they had nearly one more week before he wanted everything finalized. That involved a meeting and discussion of who would be getting a promotion, and, not that he really thought anyone would be getting one, he wanted to make sure that they had everything all together. Meetings always took time. Dancers wanted to talk about everything that they were going through, they wanted to discuss what was going on and what they should work on. He couldn't always answer with 'everything', so Dimitri had to be specific. Sometimes, weirdly specific. He and Melina had been working on the notes for weeks, and he knew that some of the girls were wearing their flashier brands of leotards- LuckyLeo, those Japanese ones... That wasn't going to make him notice them any more than normal, though.
