In Smirnoff’s class we do the barré work while he counts, and we do the center work to recorded music.
The counting sometimes starts with, “eeeeeyah,” as in,”eeeeeeyah, three four, eeeeeeyah three four”, while the recorded music involves handing a cd to his assistant who takes it across the room to the player so that Smirnoff can insist that she is not correctly playing track 13, while everyone else discusses how an extension cord would be a good idea. I don’t think Smirnoff wants an extension cord. He likes fussing at his assistant.
There is a piano in the room, and aparently there used to be an accompanist. Who was, in fact, Smirnoff’s mother. Who must’ve been straight-up spectral with age and probably had not one, not two, but Three canes!
She doesn’t play for class anymore. Because she died. I shudder to think what did her in. I mean when you’re that old, what’s the point dying?
So we have counting and compact discs.