Looking back, it was an extremely eventful afternoon…
It was fantastic to see Miss Bethanny, new jumpsuit and all, for ballet/tap. We had a catch-up conversation before opening the door to our little princesses. With four new students, things were pretty hectic, but we managed to line the girls up for their recital dance— ah! Is it seriously January…?
In modern, I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off, attempting to–at least– greet all of my sisters. After a wonderfully lengthy warm-up, Miss Sara began recital choreography. This dance is going to be a-maz-ing… SO thrilled! We also had a little chat about costumes, eventually deciding that black tights and shorts are going to look better on stage than our jazz pants.
And then, there was the one about ballet class. We had a quick warm-up and stretch and then ran over to the main studio for pointe. Upon finishing up our releves, Miss Bethanny hurried into the room. Quietly, she blurted, “Sara, I think we have a gas leak.”
That was the moment when we all realized… yes… it smelled a little funny. Miss Sara, Miss Bethanny and Miss Rochelle all crowded into the back room to take a look. “Oh! Oh! Oh, no!”
Food for thought: our studio is located in a mass complex of other buildings, all connected to one another. We have a gas leak. If we aren’t careful, we all (the studio, the pet groomer’s, the pizza place, the sushi shop, the florist’s, the coffee house and the gym) go sky-high.
I wanted to laugh, but I was a little too skeptical to do much more than stand in place and plug my nose.
A few moments later, Miss Sara returned, ordering us out of our pointe shoes, into our warm clothes and back to the Training Center. Hurriedly, we did as we were told, ignoring the disturbing stench of the lobby and “running like dancers” back to the other side. All except Allison, who performed her signature “penguin scurry” down the hall. I definitely laughed at that.
We called our parents for a ride home, but before they could arrive, Miss Sara rushed in to give us an update; the smell was dispersing and the leak was seemingly no more. Ms. Tina drove over, just in case, but when it came down to it, the leak left nearly as quickly as it came. To be honest, I don’t think that anyone knows exactly what happened in there. But, taking all necessary precautions, we walked back down to Studio A to work on our recital piece. In the half-hour we had left, Miss Sara choreographed an entire minute of the dance– wow!