So the other day my mum was with her friends, showing this picture of myself dancing at the dance school recital in June:
I was also there, listening to their conversation, and you know how it is when mums start talking about how amazing their children are… yeah, so not fun times.
And then, suddenly, one of my mum’s friends said: wow, look at her! We have a Tamara Rojo in here!
And I was like WTF!, because you can obviously tell that the woman doesn’t know anything about dance, since Tamara is not a flamenco dancer, and even if she was, I could never be as good as her…
But if she wanted to make a compliment (which, I am sure, was her purpose), she couldn’t have chosen a better one, because for me, Tamara is the bestest ballerina ever.
So I couldn’t help but think:
Awwww! Take that, I am like Tamara Rojo! Do you hear that, evil single pirouettes? I have now pwned you! You are now pwned, because I can do 32 freaking fouettés in a row!!!
And then I went home and tried to pirouette… and failed miserably as always.
Maybe in a few months… (?)