Talk about making lemonade. There wasn’t an ounce of self-pity out there on that floor. These people were all warriors. Everybody could learn something from watching them defy their limitations, expressing themselves as if they had wings to fly. Tanya had taught wheelchair ballroom classes in the UK and Europe, but after three classes with this group at the North Cove Performing Arts Academy she could tell they were going to be great. For one thing, there was Billy. Being the instructor, Tanya needed to assign him another partner at this point. But she wanted him to have someone special. Luckily, Jenna had volunteered to be a partner for one of the other dancers on wheels. And tonight she’d brought another ballerina with her to class. Monique, a leggy, blonde beauty with a slight French accent. From Montreal by way of Manhattan. Tanya paired her with Billy. And boy, did they hit it off. Tonight the class worked on basic moves for the foxtrot, tango and a waltz. But she always liked to end with a longer, dancier variation so they could get into that wonderful flow of movement.
