As instructed, they pass by the main entrance and make for a narrow doorway on a side street over which there is a sign in florid gold characters—Academia de la Danza—and an arrow pointing to a stairway. They ascend to the second floor, pass through swing doors, and find themselves in a large, well-lit studio, empty save for an upright piano in a corner. A woman enters, tall, slim, dressed all in black. ‘Can I help you?’ she asks. ‘I would like to speak to someone about enrolling my son,’ says Inés. ‘Enrolling your son in…?’ ‘Enrolling him in your Academy. I believe that señora Valentina has spoken to your director about it. David is my son’s name. She assured us that children who enrol in your Academy get a general education. I mean, they don’t just dance.’ She utters the word dance with some disdain. ‘It is the general education we are interested in—not so much the dancing.’ ‘Señora Valentina has indeed spoken to us about your son. But I made it clear to her and I should make it clear to you, señora: this is not a regular school or a substitute for a regular school.
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