That shocking moment when you're in your living room, practicing for an upcoming show, you jump (its that first explosive move--so exhilarating), your hand flies above your head--and you hear a deafening crash. In that dismaying instance do you realize that you have just singlehandedly (no, literally!) sent most of the chandelier crashing to the ground.
...Oops.
I still feel bad about that one. My only consolation is that the chandelier--still lopsided and missing a shade--is quite ugly and now mom will be inspired to buy a knew one sooner rather than later. Ah, the experiences of an aspiring ballerina.
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