What kind of mischief do talented teenage ballet boys get up to?
For me, weekends also meant breaking into the closed school to get into the library, and I’d spend hours there on my own. A tiny book-lined room, it was an oasis of calm for me, the big window letting the sun stream in as I sat curled up reading. I would devour anything on Roman history, art, architecture, and, of course, ballet.
—Frank Augustyn (with Barbara Sears), Dancing from the Heart: A Memoir