I’m thinking New York, San Francisco, Seattle, or Toronto might be more responsive than LA, which still isn’t a big ballet town.
I actually had a dream once, shortly after I retired, and the night after I had meditated on a psalm where the line “It was I who taught Ephraim to walk” appeared. That had caught my eye, and I seemed to hear the words, “It was I who taught Odile to dance” most of the afternoon.
In the dream, to the accompaniment of an excerpt from the last few minutes of Tannhauser’s Overture, Jesus and I danced through the skies, a very athletic and demanding dialogue of choreography between us. I wrote down some of it when I woke up, what I could remember, anyways, and called it “GUIDance” for “God–YoU and I Dance.” I tried to improvise what I remember my part was in the dream, but I guess it’s supposed to remain just a dream.