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Apr. 23rd, 2009 09:59 amYesterday was ballet day. They've been practicing for their recital in June, so when it's time to pick my daughter up and the end of the lesson, the same music is always playing. I don't know the name of the piece, but it's something flowery, fairy, twinkly, pink and girlie. You know what I mean.
The music ended, there was a brief pause, and suddenly the whole dance hall was blasted with a disco version of "Scotland the Brave" at top volume. Fifteen little girls burst into shrieks and giggles, and began doing a bizarre interpretation of the Highland Fling. Sort of a cross between a hornpipe and Lord of the Dance. The began competing to see who could kick the highest, and more than one of them fell on their backside in the attempt. They were having a grand time.
Sometimes I really miss being a little girl. :c)
The music ended, there was a brief pause, and suddenly the whole dance hall was blasted with a disco version of "Scotland the Brave" at top volume. Fifteen little girls burst into shrieks and giggles, and began doing a bizarre interpretation of the Highland Fling. Sort of a cross between a hornpipe and Lord of the Dance. The began competing to see who could kick the highest, and more than one of them fell on their backside in the attempt. They were having a grand time.
Sometimes I really miss being a little girl. :c)
