On the joy of ballet galas. Here’s a link.
And a short excerpt:
“A gala, is a gala, is a gala, as they say. Which is to say that the ballet portion of the evening is a mere amuse-gueule leading up to the main event, the dinner and (non-professional) dancing, for which guests have paid a pretty penny, a large portion of which (one hopes) will be recycled into useful things like salaries, pointe shoes, piano tuners and the electricity bill. Galas are intrinsically light, glittering affairs, so it’s pointless to complain if what one sees onstage is not really on a par with the rest of the season. So I won’t.”