short encounter

was at the opera house again today for a ballet class, as i was leaving the building, i hop on to the lift alone. and the entire place was so big, i was unsure of which level was it to get out of the building. i ended on the Stage Level, and apparently that wasn't right.. ivan putrov and bennet gartside were transporting their ballet trunks (in preparation for their madrid tour) in the opera house on a sunday...well, ending up with ivan putrov, principal dancer of the royal ballet in the same lift. was awkward in a way, cos, there was there uncomfortable silence. i broke the ice, and ask how was he (gosh, i was shocked by my bravery), and asked if he has recovered well. he responded readily, and we end up talkin bout his injury, which coincidently, same as mine, an anterior crucciate ligment reconstruction in the knee (ACL). chat went quite well, i guessed, i bet he couldn't wait to get out of the lift and away from tis pyscho bitch who asked him questions... but i dun really care, i just took it, as a normal thing to do, to ask how was his injury, and wish him well. the thing is, i could easily strike a conversation with anyone from royal ballet, i think.. but not for.. ahem ahem... *wink wink*