Re: log: ballet - jamie/adrian
It wasn't high key. There weren't rows and rows of people stretching, there were no leaps or turns that took serious effort and skill to get it right. It was a you know, rec center class in a small town where a lot of people wore unironic plaid. Jamie knew his market, he knew his market wasn't Miami City Ballet, and one ballet class's barre was much like another. They'd even made an entire exercise regime market out of it. But whatever, they were done with barre.
And when it came down to it, Jamie didn't think he'd had the knack to teach. Teaching was what you did after your career, when you'd busted everything in you to like, bust. His knee wasn't okay with a lot of jumping, but he demonstrated a little and then he walked the floor, shouting corrections over music that wasn't loud enough to dull the sound of people's feet smacking the floor.
He laughed at the look flashed between the newcomer and Bert. Bert had been at class longer than Jamie had, but by the time the track ended, Jamie figured Adrian was hitting the point where coordination was probably gonna be an issue.
"Turns," Jamie said with confidence, "Is all about where you put your eyes. Spotting," and he explained it a little, and he demonstrated slowly and then it was music and from the diagonal in the corner of the room and yeah, okay he paired up Bert and Adrian out of good-intention, side by side.