My story starts in a sun-drenched community center where a stubborn seven-year-old (me) refused to take off her tiara after the spring recital. That small Florida studio became my launchpad to the School of American Ballet, where Balanchine speed met its match in my obsession with musicality.

Audition season arrives, and suddenly your kitchen table is buried under acceptance letters, tuition spreadsheets, and glossy brochures of dorms with suspiciously perfect lighting. How do you pick the summer program that will actually move your child forward in ballet—not just pad a résumé?

Strong technique should never be a guessing game. With PBT, dancers learn to own their instrument, not just borrow it for class. If you’re curious about how a few wobbling minutes on a stability ball can revolutionize your grand allegro, book a private with me.