I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
I’ve never done before
I’ll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all nightMy Fair Lady – I Could Have Danced All Night
Mesmerised, spellbound,enraptured…this afternoon we attended our daughter’s annual dance concert. Every year, I literally get swept off my feet by the incredible dancing, the music and the lighting and how it all comes together in a way that sweeps me away on some kind of magical carpet.
Our daughter has been learning ballet since she was 4 years old. She did a year of tap. Switched to jazz. This year, she also did musical theatre and next year, she’s going to pick up modern. I don’t know enough about dance technique to know how good she is but she certainly looks like a dancer and that’s not simply because her hair’s in a bun. Put a dancer in a hessian sack and you can still spot them in the crowd.
Of course, simply looking like a dancer isn’t enough but surely it must help somewhere along the way?!!
Today, Miss performed with her jazz and ballet classes. While I was very impressed by the jazz routine, I was exceptionally moved by her ballet performance. The girls looked like a flock of graceful white swans, in the most beautiful white tutus. They were absolutely beautiful and Miss looked incredible. My mother was so moved by her performance that she had tears in her eyes.
As I watched Miss dance, you would never know that she hasn’t been well this year. That she’s been through so much. We are so proud of our Little Aussie Battler!
Now, a new battle is set to begin. I’m wanting to photograph Miss in her tutu down at the beach. After fighting with her to take her photo before the concert today, I strongly suspect it’s going to take some serious bribery and even then I probably have a snowflakes chance in hell.