I jumped into the air, beat my legs together and came back down, but when I landed my foot rolled and I stumbled. ‘No good,’ said Ms McGlone. ‘Again!’ My foot twinged but I kept my face blank and did the move again, this time managing not to stuff up. ‘Finally,’ I heard Jasmine mutter under her breath. Ms McGlone had cornered us after jazz. She wanted to quickly go over our duo for the eisteddfod, so Jasmine and I would remember it in time for our next ballet class. ‘You two are the main dancers,’ she told Jasmine and me, ‘and you need to lead by example. In dancing and in attitude. You can’t go to our extra practice on Friday not knowing what’s going on.’ Ms McGlone likes to win when we go to competitions, whereas Miss Caroline, the owner of Silver Shoes, is happy just to see all her girls having a go on stage. Ms McGlone used to be in the ballet corps for the Royal Academy of Ballet, but a knee injury meant she had to step down and take up teaching instead. She used to teach at Dance Art Academy, Silver Shoes’ main dance competition.
