A number of the teachers unfortunately always seem to enjoy being the dancing police. She pulled away from the boy and put a hand against her chest. “Oh, Mr. For more than a year when I was ten years old, my 14-year-old sister still in leotard and footed tights would lay on our living room couch after dance class and let me rub her feet and calves every week before our parents got home. everyone had a good time, except that Sammie got spaghetti sauce on her dress…” and she was off talking about dinner, which of her friends danced with which boy, whose heels were too high to walk in, and on and on.”
As she chattered she happily and nervously started swinging her legs, forward and back, and forward and back. All of the other adults were engaged in conversations or looking the other way.