A man that I can not recall ever having seen came up to me in 'da hut.
Man: You're [Meza], aren't you?
Dumbstruck, I nod and wait for him to explain his comment.
Man: How long has it been since Pessi? 5, 10 years?
"... and Illusia?", I add to myself. I answer 15, still befuddled. It has been about 15 years since I performed in that ballet.
Man: Lisa still talks of how good a dancer you were and how sad she was to see you go.
Aha, Lisa was my ballet teacher. This must be her husband.
Man: I'm going to have to come back with a camera some day. Lisa would love to know how you look like nowadays.
Let's sum up that brief encounter.
A man that I had never met, somehow knew my name and what I looked like, after 15 years ballet-free years, meanwhile his wife must have had hundreds more ballet students.
To conclude; two options.
a) Damned, I must not have sucked much less than I thought.
b) What a nut job.
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