At barre Stella walked through the rows of pink and black clad girls, five white shirts stuck out of the crowd denoting male students. The class was being run by Mdme. Mihailova but the director was here to see the students she had watched grow from talented beginners to beautiful dancers on the verge of professionalism.
The woman stopped at Joan "looking good Joan." The girl smiled without looking up from her tendu's. "let's have a meeting during lunch, okay? There's some exciting things going on this year." Joan amiably shook her head before su-suing and turning to face the other direction.