This wry memoir written from the distinctive point of view of a corps de ballet and demi solo dancer invites the reader to experience the extraordinariness of an ordinary dancer's life. Performing during the mid 1950s through the 1960s the author's career encompassed the early introduction of American ballet to audiences around the world. While with the Robert Joffrey Ballet she danced in Kabul, Afghanistan, in Tehran for the Shah of Iran, and in the Soviet Union where, on November 22, 1963, the company mourned so far from home. She danced both on freshly waxed, slippery auditorium stages and at the foot of the Acropolis. She feared for her job by having upstaged two of The Metropolitan Opera stars and feared for her life while teetering across a catwalk high above an opera house stage. Written primarily for all those who have ever harbored ballet dreams, there is a bonus for those also interested in a personal history of the fledgling Robert Joffrey Ballet.
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