In every young dancers life there comes a time when they wake up and realize that their dreams have become a reality. This reality comes in waves.
First you realize you have the talent to pursue your dreams. Next you’re accepted into a good program, and soon you’re getting parts. You’re encouraged by your teachers, and you venture out to participate in workshops and summer programs. Before you know it, your Dean - who happens to be a very important man in the dance world - is saying to you “we’ve got to get you into insert your favorite company here” and his belief in your abilities gives you endless excitement for the future.
Being the overachieving planner that you are (always 10 steps ahead) you wake up one morning and realize that you’re about to do it. In just over a year you will be moving to NYC alone, penniless, in search of a dancing job and some semblance of financial security (ha!). Soon a panic swells up inside and you fear the worst - not being able to make ends meet, deciding between groceries or the heating bill, constant work at a dead-end day job that prevents you from taking class or auditioning. Getting stuck in financial handcuffs. You ask yourself what you were thinking.
But then, you go to class. The desire to get a steady paycheck and your own place melt away as you remember that what you’re doing is far more fulfilling than living in a dream home.