Lovers of the arts will recall that we are an artsy family. Before we had kids, Amy and I frequented the opera, the ballet, and even saw a musical one and a half times. (That half? It was terrible.) Since kids, we've been a little more bumpkinesque. Our opera has evaporated. Ballet was at the community center and once a year for the Nutcracker. We did see a musical, but only because it was White Christmas.
We were happy being uncultured slobs living in the woods. Clara, had other ideas, though. She wanted to be a proper ballerina. The kind on a stage with thousands watching. She wanted to stop taking ballet lessons and start going to ballet school. That meant the Pacific Northwest Ballet School. You had to audition just to get in. You had tuition. You had a uniform. Basically, private school for ballerinas.
Ok, fine. You can audition, we thought. But surely, it's a long shot.
Well, dang. She got in. Class was every Tuesday and Thursday for an hour and a half. In Bellevue. At rush hour. Ugh.
Then she wanted to be in the Nutcracker. Well, maybe she got into the school, but how likely was it she'd get a part in the Nutcracker?
Well, dang. She got a part. In the second act. She'd have to miss some school (real school, not ballet school), and rehearsals and performances were in Seattle.
So our lives went from a few months of an hour a week of ballet to ballet all the time. Yes, we're crazy. Yes, it's going to get crazier.
And yes, you need to buy your tickets now.
