Now, I don't know if we've ever done this, but sitting and watching dancers, leading a

modern ballet performance, it's exhilarating, it's magical, one person after another redefining

the possible beauty, grace, strength, made to look effortless, like a holy different species

of person is on that stage, unconstrained by gravity or age or knee pain, it's sorcery,

art in its purest aspect, which is why it's so infuriating that the story you're about

to hear is not about art at all really, and said this story is about power. Power on one of

the most elite stages in the land, the insular wall garden of ballet. To land snap, we're

going to feature a podcast called The Turning, Room of Mirrors. It follows a man heralded

as a genius, but this show deals with boundaries crossed, with the blurring between being a mentor

and being a predator. As such, I want to advise, listen to discretion, because we're going

to explore what it's like for a young woman to enter the rarefied arena of dance that

creates those flawless performances. Stamp Judgment.

We are not part of the outside world. It's separate from us. There is no need for the outside

world because we are removed from it and apart from it and in our own unique sphere. We

had our own universe. And that's where you would rehearse every day, most of the time,

all the time. There are no windows. We don't need windows because the outside world doesn't

matter. And it was exciting, and I thought everybody was the most beautiful creatures on

the earth that I'd ever seen, and they were so talented.

People were trained to hone his particular sensibilities, even his ethics, so that there would be

a readiness in all of us to embody his visions. We were christened, we were graced. We may

not be alive tomorrow and what could you possibly lose? You literally have to know. You have

to commit and know, and so you give up everything else. It is a 24-7 path, and you don't feel

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