This year The Princess (at the innocent recommendation of Miss Patti) opted for Lyric dancing instead of ballet, and she loved it.
Actually, I base what I know about Lyric dancing on what it is not.
It is not poised or perfect or pink tutu-ed.
I learned a lot from The Princess as I watched her go over and over to practice, never earning the coveted “dance boa”, but paying more attention to her instructor than any other dancer, and practicing every detail repeatedly at home because she was told to.
Her shimmy was divine.
Even the audience couldn’t stop themselves from adoring the littlest blond stage left, in the green, with the gorgeous smile. (I’m not making that up!! But I wouldn’t put it past me.)
