Con la scusa che la settimana scorsa non sono riuscita a pubblicarlo io, io e Kia ci siamo praticamente scambiate le settimane (ci toccherà cambiarle tutte anche nel telefono in cui ce le abbiamo segnate). Questo giro quindi tocca a me e vi propongo un pezzettino del libro che ho letto questo weekend. È il primo libro che leggo che tratta di balletto classico, ma devo dire che non mi ha entusiasmata. La storia è carina, ma sviluppata male.
Voi conoscete libri sul balletto?
Every other December dress rehearsal since we were little, Alec has shown up with a bouquet of paper roses and a kiss. Even when he was too little to know how good it made me feel, he’d put a hand on each of my cheeks, and hold my face before going in for that first dress-rehearsal kiss. Even at twelve, the guy knew what he was doing.
The little snow flurries have escalated, and the wind has picked up, so there’s nothing outside now but a wash of white. It’s time to go backstage. It’s time to care about the performance. It’s time to prepare myself to dance with Henri.
The calm of the lobby is in complete contrast with the chaos of backstage. Stick figure girls move at fast-forward speed, twisting their hair into buns, layering on stage makeup, doing contained versions of their choreography, marking the steps with little hops and hand flutters and complicated feet movements that take up only a few square inches of space. The smell of rosin and hair spray and stage makeup wafts through the air—the scent of ballet.
Chapter 17 – TINY PRETTY THINGS di Sona Charaipotra