Last Wednesday and Friday night were the first two rehearsals I was well enough to make it to. Luckily I was left alone to learn what had gone on without me, and I practiced the steps on the side while taking note of the patterns the dancers formed.
Yesterday I had a feeling I would be put in for waltz. My feeling was right. Of course I was nervous and wanted to tell the director and ballet mistress I'd rather not make a fool of myself again. And of course I couldn't resort to that. So I sucked it up and danced anyway. This time I didn't run in to anyone, and there was no reason for the other dancers to laugh at me. I actually felt like a corps dancer. Towards the end of the dance I started to have fun, or maybe I was just relieved it was almost over. I was able to prove to myself that I can handle dancing with the pros.
I almost missed this valuable opportunity because I started the day with an annoying, persistent cough, but it disappeared in time for ballet. Next time I'm asked to step in for another dancer in waltz I'll know I can do it