Call of Ballet: Modern Warfare2

So I recently acquired a great appreciation for the underground warriors of Call of Duty (COD) Modern Warfare 2. For all of you who noobs who don’t know what that is, let’s just say it is like a war in your television where you have never ending lives. You just turn on your Xbox and enter into the glorious battlefield that is Modern Warfare. Gamertag: buletproofcobra…but I’m considering changing it to buletPRONEcobra due to my mortifying kill to death ratio. Now, I have noticed a trend in all of the “COD gods.” They devote every waking moment of their free time into mastering the art of the frag grenade, akimbo, thermal, sniper, and red dot sight. Here we have our Fischer’s, Snipes’, and Parra’s. Then we have those who aspire to one day play team-death-match with one of them and be able to hold our heads high with pride because we got, yes, 3 kills. Now, many of you may not be following me anymore, but moral of the story is if you wish to be great, you must give a great effort and a great amount of your time. Once a week, 7:00 to 8:00, just ain’t gonna cut it.

The coupes, tombes and pata-bu-rays are the weapons of ballet. Just as useful as the M9 that shoots quick but you gotta aim real good and just as powerful as the shotgun that packs a punch but takes ten years to reload and by the time your ready to shoot again you’ve been shot twice in the head, once in the stomach, and 4 times in the back. It takes time and effort to use these weapons effectively but once you do, you can stand with the ballet gods in your tutu and tights, knowing that your hard work had paid off.

Today in ballet, I, for the first time, “got promoted.” It was like everything that the teacher has been telling me for weeks just came together in one foul swoop…I mean, not everything, I still have a long ways to go, but I understood the language she spoke and I knew what I was supposed to be doing and tried to translate that to my body. Across the floors were no longer like “death by friendly fire,” I could do the pleés without having to “copycat,” and I pulled my pirouettes up even though I was being threatened by my teacher holding a “riot control shield.” I may be bad at COD just like I am at ballet, but every time I get a kill or stick my double it’s time to have a birthday party or something.

I want to be a dancer. Period. And that is going to take time and take practice and I’m going to make a whole lot of mistakes and have to “respawn” a whole lot of times before I can get where I want to get. What has helped me a ton is turning on my “headset” and listening and watching what the good ones do so I can learn from them instead of trying to go through special ops alone when no one is there to revive me when I’m bleeding out. If I keep practicing outside of class, I can catch up to the pros and maybe even one day beat them.

P.S. My toes are hurting because my ballet shoes are too small….just thought I’d throw that in there. Pray for me!

Love,
BalleBREna