I was a student at Nan Klinger's School of Ballet. Nan Klinger wasn't just a dance instructor. She was completely hardcore. She founded the Cuyahoga Valley Youth Ballet and some of its dancers even went on to the NYC Ballet. We knew this because she told us this every class. Ballet was not something to be taken lightly. It was a lifestyle, not an after school activity. If Nan saw you out in public she would pat you on the butt to make sure you were holding those cheeks in tight. Clench those cheeks, shoulders back, head held high. ALWAYS. Your hands should always be in position, slightly bent cupped inward. I don't know if this is why, but my fingers are permanently bent in this position. It always seemed odd to me that our ballet school that was so great was in the basement of some building. It also seemed odd to me that Nan could teach an entire class without having to ash her cigarette. Smoking kept her thin I suppose. Anyway, I had been in ballet long enough and I had mastered my basic techniques so I was going to get to be a Party Girl in the Nutcracker at the Akron Civic Theatre. Every little girl's dream. I was so excited. And then I went to class with my new haircut. Nan was not impressed. She took one look at me and I was out. She probably would have kicked me out of the class, but I am sure we were prompt payers. I was devastated. Nan Klinger may have owned the ballet world in Summit County but she was no match for Kate (Kathy then) Little. My mom is not someone who lets things stand in the way for what she (or her daughter) wants. You can say the words Kate Little in some circles and things just happen. Even if she isn't there. Anyway, mom was not going to let a
Thanks mom for not letting anything stand in my way.
Preparing for the big night with help from Graham and Ness