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Show does he teach?" "Idaho." "Oh, yes...you're the one on scholarship." Miss Trion looked thoughtfully at Kim. "We might be able to fit you into the intermediate class a three o'clock..." All at once, Kim's head felt funny and light. The room started spinning. "...you see, you dance with a mixture of styles.." Miss Trion's voice sounded faint and far away and Kim stared off in space as if she'd been hit by a runnaway truck. "Miss Long?" "Uh...what was that?" "We could put you in Intermediate Ballet. I think you could catch up with the students there, " said Miss Trion. "Of course, I must be honest with you. I don't think your knees and ankles will ever..." Intermediate ballet...when she'd been slaving on a barre for five years...and she wasn't even good enough for that. She'd hoped to dance in the Nutcracker this Christmas, and then the San Francisco Ballet...and now she wasn't even good enough for the Intermediate Class at the ballet school when all the girls her age were in advanced ballet. She'd never be as good as they were. She'd never dance with the San Francisco Ballet, or any other decent ballet. 35 |
