I have the funniest story to tell you.
I started ballet at 5. These blonde girls and some brunettes, who seemed at the end of the world when I saw them, when asked to dance for fun in the room quickly before like anything I could sense would chirper the name of some like tough French song and do something with confidence.
A robber broke in and stole the, not sure what it was called, maybe boombox...
I had a teacher who I think was from France. She was strong, had short dark hair, and quite dark skin. You may get the picture. She had a lot of wrinkles, probably looked kinda like a principle. She probably seemed a bit more European. She didn't seem to connect with us as a European. She just seemed strict.
My back was curved from gymnastics, and it tired me out to "get in trouble."
I couldn't remember anything, and it was really painful but in a way seemed like it could be harder. I could never remember anything in ballet my whole life except at this easy modern school where I just took ballet. I really shone at a school a Tulane graduate made, a slick black lady, with black girls who were younger. I was only there a little and missed parade season. Same with baton when I went back after moving.
Anyway, these girls were so uptight and overly knowledgeable, supposedly, of these songs. They were really pretty casual. Please don't attack them for being who they are and for seeming appealing to me. Well, I don't really want to be like them. I guess they just seemed kinda pleasured racially. They seemed really smart, complex, and fresh, but things "went over their head."