Nietzsche's Will to Power - Who'da thought?

This is the song that we practiced to in my ballet class, to do our little ballet girl stretches and things. Plies, arabesques, positions one through five. I think that's pretty much it. I never made it to the en pointe level. Our instructor's name was Dina, a frightfully skinny girl, and the Mayor's daughter, Moira I think her name was, was in our class. She wasn't very good, as I recall. Nor was my younger sister, who, during the recital, kept her eyes on me because she didn't remember the moves. There's still a recital video somewhere in the world.



I wanna tell that lady singer I lover her white onesie.