With a deafening crash the stark white lights are switched on over the Houston Ballet's fall mixed repertory to reveal dancers in rehearsal clothes, casually stretching and slouchily milling about the stage. There's an energy to their easiness, like something's about to happen. When they slide, by ones, twos and threes, into and out of discordant athletic variations, haughtily glaring at each other all the while, you get the sense of rivalry, of showing off. It feels like we're on the good side of a two-way mirror watching, unbeknownst to the dancers, a kind of choreographed class. And as most dancers will tell you, class, where it's okay to fall, is where some of the most dangerous and exciting... More >>>