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Show including judges, at the Capitol theatre in Boise when she won the scholarship. Trying out for a ballet teacher couldn't be any worse. And anyways, this would her a chance to show Miss Trion how good she was. She walked through the door of the large studio. The room reminded her of an old hotel ballroom. A mirror and two barres ran the length of the room, which was lit by three floor to ceiling windows. Girls dressed in black leotards and pink tights stood with tilted chins at the upper barre. Several others, their hair pulled high on their heads exposing slender necks and straight backs, stood in the center of the floor. They were posturing and posing and didn't seem to notice anyone else in the room. Just by watching the girls do simple warm up exercises, Kim could see they were better trained than Mr. Flugman's students. As inconspicuously as possible, she positioned herself in back of Isabel at the barre. Raising her leg to the barre, she grasped her ankle and jack-knifed slowly towards her raised foot. She hadn't had a dancing lesson since July and felt all out of shape. As Kim was straightening up, an older woman floated through the door. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck and her black penciled eyebrows were drawn up towards her temples like stage make-up. 31 |