To be honest: I would not be very happy with it.
I have a ten-year-old daughter and she wanted to be a (hobby) ballerina, so she started ballet at the age of five.
She was enchanted by the beautiful (but very expensive) clothes, pointe shoes, magical music and gracious dancing — it was her dream.
[Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker ballet is an absolute magical piece.]
But the dream quickly faded away.
The ballet teachers (all women) were not nice — in fact, nasty — in many ways.
Also, the head of the ballet school was a snob, as ugly as they come. Everything was so expensive that no “common people” could afford this stuff.
When she saw us — the tattooed (and nose-and-ear-ringed) steel-eyed giant man, and the salaciously sexy and beautifully crazed woman — we looked like dirt to her.
When she heard what our jobs were, we became members of her highest echelon.
For me, it really started when my daughter said to me, after ballet class, that she’d needed to pee during class, and she wasn’t allowed to.
This was a five-year-old kid and she wasn’t allowed to go, while she needed to go !!!
Five. years. old.
It really infuriated me, and still does.
So one day, my daughter asked us if she could stop ballet — stop her dream — while she was really good at it, but hated the nasty people.
And we fucking said yes.
SOURCES: Google images.
