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[Darning new shoes.] Pair number 29..

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[snakechahmah]

"Oh, the dresses. Yes! Oh my goodness, yes. I love historical costumes. I mean love." She gushed, taking a moment to stop what she was doing to emphasise the point. "I think that if I wasn't in my business then I would have been a fashion designer and I'd base everything I made off of historical clothing pieces from different eras and cultures. Don't get me wrong, I try to do that now at the Cabaret, but there's aways a budget to consider, so we end up trying to reuse and up-cycle different pieces."

She took a moment to let her grounding foot rest a tick.

"It's really great that it was your choice. With ballet it has to be, right? You sacrifice too much for it to be a lukewarm passion." She said. "But I do know some dancers--different types of dance even--mostly ballroom, who do it because one of their parents did and there was pressure to continue on that path. Oh, they are so miserable. I feel horrible for them. I mean, I come from a long line of cabaret performers, but I never felt pressured to be part of it. I just loved it, that's all."

If you fail once, twice, three times, you try, try, again. And so she did until she did it until she could do more than she did. "It feels better, yes, but I'm going to have to work at it. I'll be honest, I think part of it is that I'm also out of practice. That's what's bad when you play with different styles--jack of all trades, master of none." Ok, well, belly dance, but that was another thing--ballet was timeless, at the cabaret you had to continuously develop something new or be out of business. Which meant, you couldn't always stick with your passions. Blah?