Sunday night took me right back to my late teens when I used to listen to Hey, a Polish rock band. Seeing them live once again and singing to the top of my voice was so much fun.
I’ll be honest. I’d never been to a ballet before and really other than having typical girl’s dreams of being a ballet dancer as a toddler, I had not given this art much thought until a couple of weeks ago when I got invited to see Swan Lake at The Royal Opera House. My response? I laughed. I was afraid I’d fall asleep and embarrass my companion. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Last Saturday is definitely one to remember!
First of all, Royal Opera House is stunning. The design and magnitude of the hall itself is breath-taking. If you’re there, do pop out on the balcony overseeing the Covent Garden Plazza and offering you a peek into the backrooms too. Quite the views!
The show itself? The music was amazing but that’s Tchaikovsky after all. I can still hear the delicate but repetitive thud, thud, thud of the ballet shoes to the most famous Swan Lake melodies. I was mesmerised by the classical interpretation of the ballet. Needless to say I left the opera house with a head full of dreams of dancing. Too bad I am too old, too heavy and too tone-deaf but that won’t stop me from dancing in my head.
Keep your eyes peeled as Swan Lake will be back for another season soon I am sure! It’s one of those things that must be seen.
“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”
― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall