Dressed in black dance clothes, he stood still front of stage, bathed in a bright spotlight as the Royal Albert Hall erupted with a standing ovation. The Cuban superstar, Carlos Acosta, humbly acknowledged the enthusiastic audience and then, overcome with emotion, burst into tears. This was his final – very final – programme to say his farewell to classical ballet, and he was celebrating it with close friends, both on stage and off. Rather than offering a parade of technical wizardry, which is the usual fare for such an event, he chose extracts from some of the ballets he has danced throughout his career, works that have moulded and made him one of the greatest and most popular male dancers of his generation.
There must have been a moment standing before his adoring fans that had Acosta thinking about how far he had come since his earliest days. As a reluctant student at the National Ballet School in Cuba, he initially had done everything to escape from the drudgery and boredom of the art’s daily routines. The eleventh child of an impoverished truck driver, it seemed unbelievable that he would, one day, be gracing the stages of the world’s greatest theatres, performing for heads of state as well as a general public which adored him, and being honoured with a CBE. His dreams have come true through his own sheer hard work, by surmounting innumerable challenges and by an over-riding great talent, which has been an inspiration for so many of today’s young dancers.
This “Classical Farewell” was a good mix of his past roles and also touched on his future. It included dramatic, spiritual, sparkly and contemporary pieces performed with some of his best friends. There was also a nod to the next stage of his life with two young Cuban dancers, Gabriela Lugo and Luis Valie, from his newly formed Havana based company Acosta Danza, who performed the scene between the Golden Slave and Zobeide from Scheherazade, and a short piece from a young Cuban choreographer Raül Reinoso called Anadromous.
The evening opened – and closed – with a kit bag. After a mood setting piano solo by Robert Clark, Acosta strolled nonchalantly onto the stage wearing the green uniform of a Russian soldier, his kit bag slung over one shoulder, for the passionate pas de deux from MacMillan’s Winter Dreams. Later, in his final moments, he sat on a chair and contemplatively exchanged his dance shoes for sneakers, put his costume into his dance bag before strolling off. In the hush that came with the realisation that this was our farewell to him also, one audience member yelled out “Thank you, Carlos Acosta!” and tears began to well up in many eyes.