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Post by kiki on Aug 7, 2009 3:13:25 GMT -5
I sure have heard of Stephan Wenta. I started (age 3) with Marie Rambert till I got (her words) too boycrazy and she turned me over to her daughters Helena and Angela (aka Lulu and Annie). Dame Marie was downright abusive. She used a cane and whacked my legs and crying about it set off a tirade so blistering it was better to be hit with her d**m cane. ;D But oh how lovely when I "got it". Praise from her was magical and I craved it like a drug. But what is it with Russian dancers and sticks??? ;D love ya kiki
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Post by bannanny on Aug 7, 2009 20:03:52 GMT -5
I forgot I'd asked you about Stephan, duh. I figured you would've at least known the name. You sound like you were a big part of the dance community. Alot more than I ever was anyway... I'm jealous too! There's somethin real special about dancing isn't there? It blends right into your soul somehow.
I've been riding all my life too... I remember times I'd let my horse out into a full gallop and throw my arms out into the wind like I was flying. We'd go running across the hills with nothin in our way... just open country for miles around. It's the only thing that ever made me feel like I did when I was dancing. Sure do miss those days. Don't miss gettin whacked with a cane tho... then again, I always felt it was his funny kind of way of saying you were worth it, ya know? I think deep down inside I'd actually fallen in love with the jerk!
love ya back ~~ bannanny
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