in case you were wondering if I survived both my freshman year and first analog class, here's my final project// Leslie Lawlor Mecca danced at Frebel’s dance studio from age two to eighteen in dreams of being a Radio City Rockette. In 1975, she was eighteen and eligible to dance at the great music hall, but came up too short; she was five feet five inches, while the Rockette standard was five feet eight inches. The following year her stepfather padded her feet to raise her two inches and she made the cut. After she graduated high school, she went to dance for the Rockettes for two years. Stories flow from Leslie like a river, and the quirk and kitsch of American society comes through. She recounts evening shows of kick lines where she could not touch the dancers next to her, performing in the pre-show theatre productions when they didn’t have enough ensemble members, and stories of girls who got too tan at the Jersey Shore and had to sit out for weeks of shows until it faded (hence, her husband tells me, she wore a head scarf and sweatshirt to the beach and remained pasty white for her career.) Unfortunately, after two years with the company, Leslie was let go due to budget cuts. She recounts this time quietly yet does not seem upset; she is nostalgic and explains the next part of her life, the Ringling Brothers Circus, a theatre career involving Nathan Lane in Guys and Dolls, and even having a daughter who would grow up to be a Rockette with excitement and joy. Leslie does not harbor regret or anger. She instead radiates joy as she discusses her past, though she has moments of quiet introspection when the conversation lulls.
happy Mother's Day to the best I know. I wouldn't wait in a two hour line with anyone else 💕