First things first: Did you read about my birthday wish? Are you planning your post? You're going to play along, right? Please? It'll make me happy!
Okay, on to the post...
I realized belatedly that in my discussion of the recent show, I forgot to talk about the most random occurrance of all. Seriously, I still can't quite believe it happened.
During these kinds of shows, where we have to wear costumes like these...
... it can get rather warm. So during any down time, we generally try to wear something cooler and less oppressive. I had a long break in the middle of the show for about six dances plus a 15-minute intermission, and I preferred to wander the dressing room in, well, not my gowns. Often I wore my silk robe, and when I did, people joked that I looked like a movie star - robe, fancy hair, extreme makeup - all I needed was the chair with my name on it; other times, I wandered around in my bloomers and a shirt. It was in one of these moments of undress, wandering through the dressing room, that I heard from the open door:
I turned towards the door and saw E., one of my top students. She was standing there in street clothes with a backpack, waving excitedly. Pleasantly surprised to see her, I began walking towards the door. "Hi, E.!" I said, heading her way. "What ar-"
Stopping and turning suddenly in my tracks, I loudly reminded the entire room, "I'm not wearing my clothes!"
E. apologized and moved deeper into the hallway so as not to stare at her teacher in this state of semi-nudity. I ran back to my robe and pulled it on, belting it as I moved back in the direction of the door. "Uh... Er... What are you doing here?" I asked E. nervously.
"I had orchestra rehearsal in the next building," she answered, "and I saw all these people walking around in costumes. So I thought, 'Hey, I wonder if Miss David is around,' 'cause it seemed like the kind of thing you might be doing." I had to admit her reasoning was sound, because, well, she had found me. She said she was going to try to talk her dad - who was picking her up - into staying for just one dance after intermission. I wished her well and went back to the dressing room.
Where I proceeded to repeatedly retell this story to anyone who would listen because did my student really just see me in my underwear?!
Well, at least it was a female student...