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whatever you end up doing, I wish you a lot of luck."
"Thanks," I said.
Then Carolyn waved and walked down the hall.
As Iclosed the door behind her, her words came back to me: "I wonder how you keep up with it all." I realized I was beginning to wonder the exact same thing.
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I heard a voice behind me. "Well, hello, Naira."
I looked up from my locker and saw Ms. Mastronardi standing in the hall.
"Hi," I said, pulling my red leotard and black tights out of my bag. It was Monday morning, and I was just about to head to the dressing room to get ready for jazz dance, my last class before lunch.
"How's everything going?" Ms. Mastronardi asked. "Are you coming along all right with your busy schedule?"
"Oh, um, I'm doing okay, I guess," I said, tucking my dance clothes under one arm. "I'm sorry I haven't been by your office. I've had a lot of stuff to do."
"That's fine, Naira," she said. "Just as long as you remember that I'm there for
you anytime you need me."
"I'll remember, Ms. Mastronardi," I said. "Thanks." I hurried off toward the dressing room, hoping that I wouldn't be late.
"All right, people. Let's do it!" said Ms. Peters above the music. I'd gotten to the dance studio just as Ms. Peters had started the warm-up routine.
"And-a-one, and-a-two, and-a-one-two-t/zree-four," Ms. Peters called, tapping her hands against her thighs in time to the beat.
The class went through the step, a tap with the toe, followed by two thrusts with the right hip and a lunge.
Ms. Peters shook her head. "No, that's not it. You've got to move your hip on the three. Naira, you've got it. Everyone, watch Naira for a moment, please."
I looked around in surprise. Was I really the only one who had gotten the step right? It hadn't seemed that hard to me. In fact, I hadn't even really been counting, just sort of following the music.
"Go on, Naira," said Ms. Peters. "Demonstrate the step for the class, please."
I took a deep breath and let it out. Then I
listened for the beat of the music. Glancing at myself once quickly in the mirror at the front of the room, I began. Tap with the toe, two thrusts, and lunge.
"Perfect." Ms. Peters beamed. "Now, let's all try it one more time. From the top."
"But, Ms. Peters," said a tall girl in a blue tie-dyed leotard. "Class is over now."
Ms. Peters looked at her watch and made a slightly annoyed face.
"So it is," she said. She clapped her hands. "All right, people, see you tomorrow."
In the dressing room, I changed into my red jeans and striped T-shirt again. Then I took my hair out of the ponytail I'd put it in for the class. I was starved!
As I walked out into the hall, the small blond girl I'd noticed last week came toward me. She was still in her sleeveless black unitard and fuzzy pink leg warmers with a gray sweat shirt tied around her waist. Her blond hair was pulled up in a bun on the top of her head.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Sara. You're in Dance Club with me, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm Naira Taylor."
"You were really good today," Sara said.
"Thanks," I answered.
"Hey, listen, do you think maybe you could show me that step one more time?" she asked. "You know, the one we were just doing?"
I looked at her in surprise. I thought Sara was one of the best dancers in the class. It would have made much more sense if I'd been asking her for help.
She must have read my expression because she grinned. I guess she didn't smile often, at least not in class, because I hadn't realized she wore braces on her teeth. She'd always looked so mature and serious to me. The braces made her seem more like an average teenager, which of course she wasn't.
"Most of my training is in ballet," she explained. "The rhythms are really different. Also, ballet's a lot more rigid than jazz, and there aren't any hip movements, so sometimes I have a little trouble with this kind of jazz step."
"Oh," I said. "I see what you mean. Well, sure, I'll show you the step, if you really want me to."
"Of course I do," said Sara, "or I wouldn't have asked."
"Uh, where should I show you?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" she said. "We don't have to go anywhere." Then she laughed at my expression. "Just show me right here!"
I looked around the crowded hall.
"In the hall?" I asked. I could hardly believe it. At Guilford Academy we couldn't even hang out in the halls, much less dance in them.
"Oh, come on," Sara said. She untied her sweat shirt, threw it into a corner, and made a little space for us to work in. I tossed my backpack on top of her sweat shirt.
"All right, people," I said, imitating Ms. Peters. "Let's go!"
As I moved slowly through each part of the step, Sara stood behind me, following along. Amazingly enough, no one really paid any attention to us. Students at HSPS were obviously used to seeing this kind of thing in the halls.
"Okay," said Sara, nodding, after we had gone through the step together a few times. "I think I've got it. Thanks a lot, Naira."
"Sure, no problem," I said, reaching for my backpack.
Just then I heard Ms. Peters's voice behind me.
"Very nice, girls," she said, walking toward us. "You two move very well together. In fact, this gives me an idea."
"Really?" said Sara. "What do you mean?"
"I think you two should perform a piece together at the showcase," said Ms. Peters.