twenty years too late

"Here. Stand like this with your knees touching." He stands with his heels touching, toes turned out.

I do so, but shyly. It's hard not to be self-conscious around such physically graceful and amazing specimens.

"You've got a great facility for pointe work."

"Uh, a lot of help that's going to do me now."

"Bah, who wants to do ballet anyway? It's so regimented."

That's always been a what if for me. What if I'd taken ballet lessons, instead of piano? I may not have ended up pursuing a career as a professional dancer, but I'm sure the training would have made an improvement to my motor skills and saved me from walking into so many walls/poles/doors/tables/people as a child/teen/now. A vast improvement.