Photo: Courtesy of American Ballet Theatre
For me, “890” has also served as a chrysalis. I first arrived as an eleven-year-old ballet student; at eighteen, it became my primary place of work. During my tenure there, I metamorphosed from kid to man—learned my craft, forged friendships, fell in love. Earlier this month, intoxicated on endorphins and vodka, I walked out of that unconventional office for the last time. At the end of this season, at the age of 37, I’ll be retiring from ABT. My final performance is on July 3 at the Metropolitan Opera House.
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