I swipe a curl that blows in front of my face as I stand on the sidewalk in front of the studio. The new season begins the following Monday, so there are no ballet classes this week, and the studio is quiet. I’m wearing one of my favorite dance outfits anyway because it feels appropriate for our discussion, a bold hot pink leotard and matching dance skirt. Left my hair down.
Madame Solierre is here for anyone who needs to discuss and enroll in fall classes. She’s in her favorite room, possibly working out choreography. It smells like potpourri. I prefer that. Energizing.
"Genevieve, I thought I"d see you today. You have exciting decisions to make, though I believe I know your choice."
Probably not. "I wish to pursue a professional program here. If you"ll have me."
Madame Solierre sta
