
The training schedule after the training I was running was finally finished. And we'll get into the staging soon. During this month things went well, Nicholai and I became solid partners.
The David H Koch Theater, which is home to the New York City Ballet, is crowded. He said the first-day show ticket sold 90% of it. That's a very good number.
It's a nice day to start the staging, our posters have been installed a month before, there will be ten staging in the next month. Today was the first performance on Saturday night.
Don Quixote is based on the novel by Miguel de Cervantes. The ballet revives the miserable longing for justice that Knight Errant Quixote seeks to create in all of his affairs.
Kitri. Eager and lively, Kitri falls in love with the city barber Basilio. But her father had other plans for her, and Kitri rejected them with a burning passion. He easily attracts the attention of those around him, including Don Quixote, who mistook him for Dulcinea and chased after him with vigor.
This red smoldering costume really excited me. The big stage was like calling me to step up immediately and the crowd of spectators were like clapping. I love the large crowd gathered today.
"It's very crowded. Nicholai is waiting for." Nicole, who was in the role of a maid, took a peek at the contents of the filled chairs.
"Yes very crowded. That handsome Nicholai has a reputation." I'm happy to be dancing with him, to feel that watching this much is indeed a pleasure.
"Hmm, you're right. In NY he has no shortage of women. At the training ground the corps de balle adored him like Casanova, on stage he had a lot of fans waiting for him. Italian is too interesting to miss." Nicole shook her head with a judging expression.
"Did she never tell you the girl she dated?"
"Unfortunately no, she is indeed a mysterious pretender. Separate the professionals and the work perfectly. She never told me and the girl she was dating seemed to be hiding perfectly too. Besides we think he's dating a lot, the girl who says they're his girlfriend never shows up either.
"Hmm you're right that girl never showed up."
"Don't you think he's gay*y?!"
"I don't think he seems to like women, no matter what he never tells me." I shrugged my shoulders with a careless expression.
"really? He never told me about personal matters?" Nicole was also surprised by the fact.
"Not in the least, surprisingly not, I didn't think he'd have so many fans. Is it possible because he was sent to ballet school several times? Is he so famous."
I thought at first Nicholai was an open person, but after 30 days I learned that he is a person who takes great care of his personal territory, for him work is limited. Although he's willing to listen to me, but there's little information you can get about personal relationships, who he is behind the perfection of his technique.
"Yes I think so. It's absolutely full, he said for a full Sunday, the appeal of a Nicholai Manturov is amazing."
"Because he's Italian, you know Italian is Casanova." I grimaced. Casanova is full of secrets.