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How many dancers does it take to change a light bulb? It doesn't matter; they won't be in their light anyway

Augusta, Ga. - Emmie had her first ballet class today at the Augusta School of Ballet. One five-year-old, and four adult relatives to watch her spin around, act out various animals, and run around bumping into the other girls in her class. It was awesome. But it was very little ballet.

"This is your dance bubble," Miss Tammy explained, demonstrating the space around each dancer, into which other dancers are not supposed to cross.

Emmie chased the other girls around while bursting their dance bubbles. "Pop! Pop! Pop!" she shrieked, happily.

"Let's try our battement tendu," Miss Tammy said, demonstrating the graceful pointed-toe motion.

"Watch dis!" Emmie cried, and did a spinning leap, nearly smacking her elegant young classmate, Julia, in the head.

"Let's listen, and dance to the music," Miss Tammy said, playing a CD of music cues for various movements.

Emmie squished her face against the mirrored wall and made silly expressions to make the other girls laugh.

"Dat was fun!" Emmie said, when class was over. "I'm a ballet girl! I'm goeend ta come back nex' time!"

Yes. We'll definitely be back. And maybe Emmie will actually take a break from clowning around, and try a few dance moves. If not, well, at least she is getting over her crippling stage fright. O_o