Chapter Sixteen Sienna“Piqué, piqué turn! And repeat!”
Twenty-four tiny ballet slippers follow every step that I call out, moving in perfect time to the music. How many times have we run this dance tonight? Eight? Nine? I’ve lost count, and I’m sure the girls have too. What started out as a fun little pop-music combo during the first class has evolved into a full-length number that’s nearly recital ready.
Nearly. Yes, I’m being a bit of a perfectionist. These girls are only four, after all. Their parents are more worried about getting a cute picture of their daughter in a tutu than they are about seeing a professional-grade performance. I know that.
“Good! Final pose, girls. Ready?”
As the song builds to its big finish, my ballerinas scurry into formation and strike their final pose, f
