Floating onto the Toby stage within the melodic swoon of Mikhail Glinkaâs opening bars of Valse-Fantaisie, the corps of four dancers emulate a garden of rustling pinks. In the blink of an eye, theyâre taking flight, then bending into deep sways. Whipped into high speed theyâre the harbingers of playfulness conjured by George Balanchine, wearing his heart on his sleeve, so to speak, intent on conveying his idea of his ideal woman. At breakneck speed, the lead couple enters, and despite the maleâs not-so-discreet flirtation, Balanchineâs dimensional mind-into-motion sculpting is upended by the mind-of-her-own lady he is pursuing. All this sleight-of-hand, and foot, drama is expertly conveyed despite the masks.Â