- No suffering for your art
- No despotic teachers
- No evil, manipulative stage mothers
- No tutus oozing blood
- No battered feet
- No Coke-and-cigarettes diets
- No one sitting on your shoulders to force your split
- No descent into madness as you struggle to wring out one more fouetté turn
- Just a safe and well-lit place to unravel the mysteries of ballet and play with the building blocks of technique
- A place where beautiful dancers come in all hues, shapes and sizes
- A place where it is okay to fail repeatedly in the process of mastery
- A place where even the absolute beginner can know what it feels like to sweep magnificently across a stage
- A slightly dangerous place where around the next corner may lie unfamiliar and entertaining challenges, both physical and mental
- A place that you walk out of feeling a little taller, a little lighter on your feet, very centered, and a little closer to possessing that mysterious power that turns maidens into swans and nutcrackers into princes
