I dropped Julian off for dance today and stopped for a moment to look into the studio. What a small class! And one new student! Oh, yes…the season is over, I remembered. The kids are expected to be there (but not really required), and classes are now open to the public for drop ins.
I picked him up after class, and we rushed off to Studio 10 for a jazz class — an attempt to get in great shape for ABT. However, the hour and a half I paid for turned out to be just 45 minutes, since the rest of the time was spent rehearsing the recital number. So, much for going to Studio 10 over the next few weeks. I guess we’ll stick with Teen Dance Company.
Anyway, that’s already paid for…and Julian has lost his punch card for Studio 10, which was probably more than half full. (You can imagine how happy that made me. He was also so pleased that I insisted on going through his dance bag; makes one wonder what he’s hiding in there or, at the least, doesn’t want me to find — one time it was taco sauce covered shirts and tap shoes.)
I’m getting excited and nervous and stressed about going to New York with Julian for those seven weeks this summer. I know it will be fun, but I have soooo much to do before we go. And really, his pubescent hormones and my perimenopausal hormones don’t mix well a lot of the time. It makes for a rather volatile situation. The rest of the time, however, we have a lot of fun.
I think I have an editing client coming in, which will keep me very busy but will help pay our expenses in New York. Better than that, this might mean we have the money to go see some Broadway shows while we are there. We did plan on seeing some dance companies if possible — education for Julian a la Duncan Cooper, but we weren’t sure we’d have enough money for much else. My mother took pity on us and sent us $200 this week to got to a show, so I’ll be on line tomorrow looking for some Billy Elliot tickets. I hope I can find some…I’ve heard it’s sold out.
On that note, I noticed something very interesting on the ABT summer intensive roster…a familiar name: David Alvarez. Could it be? The David Alvaraz of Billy Elliot, The Musical? What fun that would be for Julian to rub shoulders with someone who got the part for which he auditioned (and to learn what it really is like to be working on Broadway and doing the show). And do you think that maybe, just maybe, I could get him to grant me an interview for my book on mentoring boys who want to become professional dancers? (I know he’s as young as the boys that will read the book, but he’s a working professional.) I was so hoping to get one of the Billies to agree to an interview…
In the meantime, we have to get through the next two and a half weeks, which includes finals. Julian’s grades have come up, although they aren’t great yet. He has shown that he is serious about doing better in school, although I was all over him tonight about a missed community service project and a book he should have read last week or before… In any case, he’s got a lot to do before heading off to New York. And I’ve got a ton of work to do before then as well.
Oh…by the way, the 10th Anniversary Concert was awesome!