Here’s a piece I wrote for Western Morning News, published on April 1st (that’s important). In it I explain how the fates have conspired to make me a middle-aged Billy Elliot…
He handed me his card.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he cried, full of emotion.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled.
“Really, you have poise, grace… everything. I couldn’t take my eyes off you!”
I blushed, slightly worried.
“So you’ll think about it?”
“Good. Chris, let me tell you, today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
Yes this week, while rather drunkenly dancing at a friend’s wedding, I was spotted by a scout for the English National Ballet. I’m going to be their newest star.
Granted 37 is, for many without my ability, quite an advanced age to begin a career in a tutu – yet this didn’t seem to concern the ballet folks. I was, as they put it, ‘this generation’s mature Billy Elliot’. After doing a little research, I’ve discovered that many of the Britain’s great dancers were discovered in a similar way to me. Wayne Sleep was dancing to Agadoo in Cleethorpes when he was first spotted, whereas Darcey Bussell’s ballet career began when she was a Redcoat in Skegness. Both were well over 40. I seemed to be in good company…On Pointe – West Magazine April 1st Column, Chris McGuire
To read the full piece, click here.