As she touched my hand to adjust it, I was keenly aware that this same hand had also touched Balanchine, Nureyev and countless others. It was hard to wrap your head around. I was thirteen years old and I had never been more intimidated. Or more thrilled.
As she touched my hand to adjust it, I was keenly aware that this same hand had also touched Balanchine, Nureyev and countless others. It was hard to wrap your head around. I was thirteen years old and I had never been more intimidated. Or more thrilled.
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