7
Peyton
“Seeing you in a tutu just makes me all teary-eyed,” Kathy said, waving her hand in front of her face. “Or maybe it’s the hormones.”
I chuckled and pulled Kathy in for a quick hug. “You’re just nostalgic.”
The Sugar Plum Fairy tutu had finally been finished and fitted with my measurements yesterday, but we weren’t doing a full-dress rehearsal for the Open Barre charity event tonight. I was currently in a plain white tutu along with the rest of the ensemble cast, who I had been rehearsing with for nearly a week. It wasn’t like dancing with my family back at New York City Ballet, but I fit in just fine.
Thankfully, most of my role was the solo “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” and my pas de deux with the Cavalier. Both were the traditional Balanchine choreography, which I had dan
