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Show her purse, but she hated losing things, even a used lipstick. So she slid her purse carefully under her skirt and walked out of the dressing room toward the woman at the desk. "Your name?" the lady asked without looking up. "Kim Long." "Oh, yes." The woman stopped writing and gazed up at Kim. "You're the one from Idaho. The placement test for advanced ballet will be given in the large studio." "Placement test?" The words hit Kim's stomach like a load of half cooked pancakes. "Yes, " the woman said in a routine manner. "Miss Trion likes to see all the new students dance before she allows them to stay in advanced ballet." She handed Kim a square of white cloth with the number seven stamped on it. "Pin this to your leotard, please." "But I thought I was already in the class," Kim said. "Your mother signed you up for advanced ballet, but I don't believe Miss Trion has seen you dance yet, has she?" "No." Her mother hadn't said a word about a placement test. She'd never had a placement test in ballet before now. Mr. Flugman had to scrape to get three girls in his advanced ballet class and would have jumped at the chance for a fourth. But she'd danced before nearly a thousand people, 30 |
