Alright... Where did I leave off? Ah Yes: waiting to go and watch Romeo and Juliet, which I think I'll write a review about later. Well, let me here say that it was alright, and though not absolute genius, I wouldn't mind working there. After the performance... I went home to the friend I was staying with, and slept. (or, at least, I don't remember anything of great note happening.)

Training this morning was... let me see: It was a smallish studio. Or, not so small, but with twenty dancers in there, we would have liked more space. I think that I'm starting to get tired, and, well, that the strain of not having proper training for so long is catching up with me. (It was another day of less than optimal technique.) And, well, I felt stressed, sort of, or tense. (and it didn't help, to think that this was a theater where I have a real chance, and hope in, so there was more pressure I put on myself to be perfect.) Well... what ever: It was also not the worst that I've ever done.

The whole class was a little unfocused anyhow, and not in the best form, because they've been overworked, and have performances yesterday, today, and tomorrow. -And essentially, no one was in the studio at all, until five minutes before class started. And Ralf Rossa, (Herr Ballett Meister,) came in only for the last 15 minutes or so, which was alright by everyone there, I think. (and... it annoys me, that in my stress, and dissatisfaction with my dancing, I became More tense, and stuttered on my leg when he came in. -Especially as I was just then starting to relax, (and therefor dance properly,) because I thought that he wouldn't make it, and the pressure was off. This is a retarded way to react, and one that I'd hoped I would not ... commit.)

Well, afterwards, I had to wait around a bit, because the life in the Ballet is so hectic at the moment, and the director was in a meeting with some of the dancers. So, I sat in the dressing room, and started talking with some of the guys who were doing web-page design. (And there are some things that I have to learn, I it seems.) When they went up to rehearsal, I figured that I may as well get changed, as there was no longer a chance that I'd be asked to learn some choreography.

And the reaction, when I finally got it? Well, he said that he's busy, and that he'd phone me. I suppose that I could be bitter about waiting around for twelve seconds like that, but I was too eager to get out of the place, and on to the train at the time, so I was actually pleased that he didn't want to have a little talk, an ask me assorted questions.

I guess that it's just "Wait and see" with this company. -Although, I think I would like to come back, when I'm in proper shape, and more able to make a good impression. Well, I ran to the street car, and didn't wait long, and then ran into the train station, and right onto the train, where I could thankfully buy my ticket with cash, because I didn't have a single moment at the station. And now, I'm so pleased with my self to be On this train, and headed to Köln, (Where I'm meeting a good friend of mine.)

So... I'll write more... later, I suppose.