On May 9th, I went to see my siblings’ ballet performance. They’re in a small, non-profit ballet company that puts on shows twice a year. I used to be in it a few years ago, myself.
It was fun, and I enjoyed watching it. I personally think it was over too soon, and that their Gracefully Gershwin could use an awesome storyline. But that’s not what I want to talk about.
An old friend of mine was sitting a few rows in front of me. I stopped.
She’d grown up. She was stunning, tall, and beautiful. She said hi. I sort of mumbled something. (I was kind of dazzled.) Then I asked her why she wasn’t in the show this year. “Oh, you know, stuff happens.” We looked at each other and laughed, because we both understood what the other meant.