Of Bieber, Ballerinas, and Ball Gowns
October 12th, 2011 § 9 Comments
Friends, I started a new job. A job at a ballet company. Despite my obvious charm and grace (cough), I have NO BACKGROUND in the ballet world. What? You’re shocked? I know. Not every girl has the ability to trip over flat surfaces like I do. Fortunately for the ballerinas and their parents, I wasn’t hired to impart ballerina wisdom. I’m an attendant to the dressing room, lackey to the ballet teachers and office staff. To be honest, I LOVE IT.
The little girls are adorable and too funny. They bless me with the dearest hugs. The itty bitty ones still think I’m a ballerina and that I should dress in a leotard, tutu, and tights. Since I refuse to that, they ask that I work in a ball gown. People, I happen to have a red ball gown in my closet. I’ve been waiting for an excuse like this all my life. Maybe for Halloween. *fingers crossed*
There is a dark side to the world of ballet. No, I’m not referring to Natalie Portman and her Black Swan. I speak of The Bieb.
That’s right. Justin Bieber looms in the hearts of far too many ballerinas and I’m often subjected to their renditions of his music.
To each their own and I’m not bashing the guy’s entrepreneurial skills. The ballerinas are allowed differing taste than mine, but while I’m on duty, I’ve implemented this rule.
If they can get through the entire season without singing another Bieber song, I’ll get them all a PONY.*
*An ice cream party
Uhm, where’s the picture of you in the red ball gown? *taps foot*
That. Is. Awesome. I’m very envious of your job. Very.
I agree with Jen. I want pics of you in the red ballgown.
I LOVE THIS RULE. Last week, while at walmart, daughter wanted a Bieber shirt. My “no” resulted in a half hour conversation about how much she wanted this shirt. The thing is, she’s only heard Bieber sing maybe five times. I think a lot of these girls are simply jumping on the band wagon.
This is hilarious. I implemented a similar rule on my road trip to South Dakota with Denise’s children – no Barbie movies in the van.
I love your sign. It’s very well constructed
LOL! Congrats on your new job — it sounds like so much fun. And you are wise to carve out your Bieber-free zone. May your clever pony–er, ice cream strategy work.
To every generation, the Beatles (although I prefer the Stones). To every age, a Michelangelo. To every soul, a salve. And to every fool, his folly.
Hahaha I love the no Bieber sign. Also, his skin is freakishly smooth, it kind of creeps me out…
YES! I’m glad you all approve of my sign and attempts to bribe young ballerinas. Thank you, thank you for reading and leaving comments.
As for the ball gown…it’s uh…you know…cough…hard to lace up in the back (corset type thing, et al).
I know all about your red ball gown! It exists! I saw proof!
My Tiny Daughter loves her ballet, and if your girls are anything like her little ballet friends, you are adored beyond measure. Yay for you!