Intermission

White Swan got slammed with a last minute deadline at work so no JSSOB class tonight. Instead I give you excerpts of our Google chats throughout the day, lightly modified for entertainment.

(Shortly after lunch…)

White Swan: Hey Odile, do you need coffee?

Black Swan: Nope but you'll see me soon enough.

I'll be the one doing the noodle dance.

While wearing a sausage casing.

White Swan: Omg - I hope this class rocks.

Black Swan: It will. It’s the JSSOB.

I bet we learn the Michael Jackson number today.

I hope they have red toe shoes we can borrow.

(A few hours later…)

White Swan: It doesn't look like I can make class tonight.

Black Swan: Stop being weak.

(I didn’t really write that. It’s a line from Black Swan.)

White Swan: I found out today that I have a deadline tomorrow so it's either miss class or come back to work afterward and work until midnight.

Black Swan: So do that.

(No response.)

Black Swan: I mean, we can go tomorrow or this weekend instead.

White Swan: I hate when this happens. I was so excited about JSSOB!

Black Swan: What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?

(Still quoting Black Swan, people.)

White Swan: Work is getting in the way of my dreams of being a prima ballerina.

Black Swan: The only person standing in your way is you.

White Swan: This project will give me an ulcer, I guarantee

Black Swan: As long as your ulcer doesn’t interfere with ballet like your job is right now.

(That’s not from Black Swan but I didn’t really write that either.)

White Swan: Maybe that's what this pain is.

(White Swan has had a pain in her side for the last week.)

White Swan: Maybe I’ve already got an ulcer. 

Black Swan: It’s probably cancer.

(I might have written that.)

White Swan: If they can't diagnose it, they'll just put me down.

Send me to the glue factory.

Black Swan: I’m bored.

White Swan: I should put a will together.

I want you to start an adult ballet school in my honor.

And hang my shoes and leotards on the wall.

Name it JSSOB.

Black Swan: And everyone wears red shoes there.

White Swan: Of course, I have no money to give you but you'll figure it out.

Black Swan: It will be a small school.

White Swan: And all you teach is the ending number from Center Stage. Once they have mastered that, they graduate.

Black Swan: We're going to need a motorcycle.

- Black Swan