Journal 104
Wednesday - 12-8-10
Class
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I had no word from Vitaly all day, so, of course, no lessons. And there was no Roma at practice, God only knows why; so, it was just me again… Working…
Apparently, Vitaly sent me a message while I was practicing. He apologized for not writing sooner -- which was at least courteous, I guess -- but then he ruined it by essentially insulting my intelligence, and calling attention to the fact that he'd failed to set up lessons for me today.
"Katya, I'm sorry I didn't write you earlier," [<--This is ok. At least there is an apology.]
"You've already understood there won't be any lessons today…"
[<-- Yeah, I got the message, thanks. You not writing for two days when you said you would took care of that.]
I responded, "It was clear," and then just told him to write me whenever he knew his schedule.
The answer was something to the effect of, "I'll write when I come back."
Which means he's off to another competition this weekend -- one in Shanghai, I think -- and I won't see him until well after next Monday, I am sure… Great.
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I traveled homewards on the metro with Sveta, Artëm's partner. It was really, really, nice getting to know her better!! And the chat was full of interesting things...
We talked about how we (and most everyone in Russian Club) had come to Moscow for dance, for the club. She'd been invited by Larissa herself. Seems Sveta's parents were also dancers, so she was raised dancing -- and when Larissa saw Sveta in some competitions, she always was telling her to come to Moscow.
So, Sveta said that she and I are alike, in that way. We're both willing to give up anything, and move wherever for dance. Trying to chase our dreams. It was nice to hear her say we were alike.
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That led into us chatting briefly, about how the great thing about Russian Club was that everyone who is there ALL have such unique styles. This was because I had mentioned something about that I was trying desperately to learn all the little things, such as how to use my arms, how to bring personality into technique -- essentially, I'm trying to find, "my style." It's rather difficult to do; so I'm trying to look at the girls in the studio, and learn from them, and find myself, and, and, and, ad nauseum. Attempting to assuage my worries some, Sveta pointed out that that really cool thing about Russian Club is that [paraphrasing], 'No two people dance alike at all.'
This is not to say that the girls are all not amazing -- because they are *incredible* -- it is meant to say that, even though the same coaches are working with people, everyone has their own unique way of dancing (due to body type, personality, etc.), and it is fascinating, and thrilling to get to look at everyone, and to see how different, but still beautiful, they are.
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We talked about our ages -- how I wished I was as young as everyone thinks I am, and how everyone thinks she is older than her partner by a few years, when, in fact, she is younger by a few years!! Funny.
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She asked me how things were going with dance, and I confided a little bit about my frustrations with being the "only one" there, and feeling like I didn't have a coach -- and how nobody was writing when they said they would.
She said, when it comes to the, "Just write me a little note!" About all the girls feel that way, and all the boys aren't so good at it. *laughs* It doesn't change the fact that I'm still frustrated about it -- but I did get to laugh about it in the moment, and commiserate with someone who understood.
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My quiet night at home was interrupted by one helluva'n, "Angel Is A Centerfold" moment -- more or less.
It seems that someone with whom I'm slightly better than acquaintances with did a centerfold spread for a ladies magazine. Talk about a shock moment when the photos showed up on my Facebook profile!!
I chatted and laughed with a good friend about it (who also knows him), and we reminisced about old times, when we used to see him.
Life can be funny in what it brings you.
Love,
Moscow Kitty
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