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Show The best view of the bridge was from the top of the steeo hills. But when the van started down the hills, she could feel her insides start to float. Finally, Miss Hawkins made a right turn and guided the van up to a massive building that looked like a bank. Inside the lobby of the building, a directory next to the elevator read: THE SAN FRANCISCO ACADEMY OF BALLET THIRD FLOOR An old fashioned elevator with a black grill door opened. Kim hesitated before stepping in. She'd heard about elevators getting stuck in the middle of a floor-sometimes for hours- and she wasn't sure she wanted to be stuck with Isabel or Maureen, or anyone, for that matter. All the.way to the third floor, the elevator rattled noisily. When it finally jerked to a stop, Kim let out a relieved sigh. The Academy took up the entire third floor with two studios, a large dressing room, and an office. Along the narrow hallway leading to the studio hung black and white autographed photos of of famous ballerinas, some that she had never heard of, like Maria Tallchief, and Melissa Hayden. 28 a |
