Disclaimers are disclaimers, okay!
Dedicated to: My dearest cousin, Rhea (Ate Iyay to all of us younger ones). You know all the joys and pains of a dancer more than anyone. As long as you have those pink satin toe shoes, keep dancing to the rhythm life sets out for you. I will always remember you as the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker, though you have many more performances coming...Thanks for all the encouragement!
MY POINTE SHOES, YOUR BASKETBALL
Whenever I dance, I feel that everything in life is so clear. Like there's nothing more to be afraid of than being deprived of the chance to lace my pointe shoes together. Ballet has always been like the oasis in my desert, ever since I was a child. It fills me with a passion that seems so surreal at times. No matter how tired my body is, my mind and my heart can't stop dancing and I feel I must go on. Because when I dance, my passions and my feelings are released from their bindings...
When I prepare for a grand jete, I prepare for a flight to the heavens. When I dance an adagio, I pour out my soul into every step, every turn, and every pose. There is no opportunity for a mistake. Everything must be perfect. I must not be afraid...
But now, I feel fear...
The accident was terrible...
It is one I will never forget...
~*~*~ Taken from the diary of Makiko Tsukiyama, 18 years old ~*~*~
Dedicated to: My dearest cousin, Rhea (Ate Iyay to all of us younger ones). You know all the joys and pains of a dancer more than anyone. As long as you have those pink satin toe shoes, keep dancing to the rhythm life sets out for you. I will always remember you as the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker, though you have many more performances coming...Thanks for all the encouragement!
MY POINTE SHOES, YOUR BASKETBALL
Whenever I dance, I feel that everything in life is so clear. Like there's nothing more to be afraid of than being deprived of the chance to lace my pointe shoes together. Ballet has always been like the oasis in my desert, ever since I was a child. It fills me with a passion that seems so surreal at times. No matter how tired my body is, my mind and my heart can't stop dancing and I feel I must go on. Because when I dance, my passions and my feelings are released from their bindings...
When I prepare for a grand jete, I prepare for a flight to the heavens. When I dance an adagio, I pour out my soul into every step, every turn, and every pose. There is no opportunity for a mistake. Everything must be perfect. I must not be afraid...
But now, I feel fear...
The accident was terrible...
It is one I will never forget...
~*~*~ Taken from the diary of Makiko Tsukiyama, 18 years old ~*~*~