So this week I did a ballet summer intensive at my old studio. So, I was really excited because they had a guest teacher who was a prima ballerina in Russia. Which is like really big. That means she was like the woman who did all the principle roles. So this was a pretty great opportunity. Well, the master of the school put me in the advanced class for some reason, which is the highest level. I was like, 'I don't think I'm ready for that' And he's all like, 'But I tink vuo are' in his Russian accent. And I'm like, 'ok' So I show up at the camp and all the girls are warming up and stretching. Like, at my studio in Dallas, everyone hides in the