The ballet was wonderful! More modern than ballet in many aspects, but fantastic nonetheless. A great way to spend a Friday night, though I didn’t get home until after midnight! (Granted, that was way before either of my host sisters… Tehe.)

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Our view from the second etage inside Det Kongelige Teater, or The Royal Theater.

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There were three pieces, and they each lasted nearly an hour. It was a long night, but I was never tired while watching. The lighting was fantastic. Our seats were fantastic. The musicality was fantastic. The choreography was fantastic (albeit a tad strange and quite mature at times). The male dancers finished every piece dripping with sweat, which gave the performance a very real aspect compared to showcases such as Swan Lake, where perfection and idealism is key. Also, the third piece was accompanied by an orchestra, which was fantastic.

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In the middle of the second piece, the lead female dancer began a solo improv around the other dancers, while they sat/ stood frozen and silent, and she created a huge wailing ruckus. Then she stood at the edge of the stage and began a string of rapid Danish before stripping suddenly to just panties and socks. She then lay on the stage panting for at least a minute while the audience and her fellow dancers stared at her in an edge-of-seat quiet. Then she sat up and got dressed again while speaking yet more Danish. The dance continued while I sat clueless and wishing that I knew a bit more Danish besides introductions and information about my studies.

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But all was well because the audience was served free champagne in between the first and second piece.

Step up your game, PNB! Ha. Just kidding. I wouldn’t have been able to drink it yet back home anyway.

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As a final remark, I present the Queen’s box and the theater ceiling:

  

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Alrighty, time to finish up some homework and pack away my stuff for Stockholm! Woot! Woot!

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Venlig hilsen/ best regards,

Lizzy-wa