Shocking rift

I see that my dear former classmate Anne Bass has finally parted ways with Mr. Martin of the NYCB. I can't say that I blame her; personally, Peter always gave me the creeps. Mr. B was definitely an evil man, but at least he had Vision, however cruel and distorted. Peter always seemed, well, just about flowing blond locks. I was sorely disappointed when they made him director; it seemed to me that he hadn't the necessary creativity. It now appears that Ms. Bass agrees with me.

I found this disturbing:

For some, Mr. Martins is star enough. On Friday afternoon, the last day of school, S.A.B. student Cecilia Iliesiu stepped out of the Rose building, which towers over the Juilliard School, and where the school occupies the fifth floor.

Tall and thin, with braces and her blond hair pulled back in a bun, the 14-year-old talked fondly about the school she has been attending since she was 8. Ms. Iliesiu said that on a recent night, too tall to dance on stage in The Nutcracker, she watched the smaller children from the wings.

When it came time for Ms. Reichlen, the Dewdrop, to take the stage, Ms. Iliesiu mimicked her elegant movements, rising on her toes and slowly slicing the air with her arms.

Mr. Martins, who also likes to watch from the wings, turned to give her an icy stare.

“He just gave me this stare, like: ‘It’s nice you’re learning it, but …. ’” Her voice trailed off. “Whenever I see him, I get chills.

“I hope he’s my director one day.”

Sweeheart, no! Never work with a man who squelches your ambitions.