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Jade was half skipping, half jogging down the road, clicking her fingers and flicking her wrists. She hardly ever just walked normally these days. That would be too boring.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, sunny and bright. Inside her head music was pulsing, and the strong beat filled every part of her body. It felt great. But then she realised she was getting very near that house with the brass plate on the door: MADAME ZA-ZA’S SCHOOL OF BALLET and her feet began to slow. Why ever had she thought to come here? It just wasn’t her. She tried to imagine herself in the ballet class, wearing a leotard and tights, her hair scraped back in a bun, the red shoes on her feet…

The red shoes! A little surge of excitement whizzed through Jade’s body. It was the shoes that had set her off on this whole ballet thing. Someone had left them in a parcel on Jade’s doorstep with a note attached. Jade could remember the words exactly, she’d read them so often.

Dear Jade,

These shoes are for you. I know you love dancing and I really hope you find out how special they are. Madame Za-Za’s ballet school is just down the road and she is a brilliant teacher. Go and see her – and take the shoes. You won’t regret it. I promise.

And ever since the afternoon when she’d received the shoes, she’d turned over and over in her mind what had happened earlier that day.

She had been in her front garden, showing her two little sisters some street dance moves, when suddenly she’d realised that a girl was watching her. The girl had told Jade that she was a brilliant dancer, and asked if she did ballet. Thinking about that now made Jade feel embarrassed. She’d replied very rudely – saying that everyone who did ballet wore silly little tutus.

Jade knew she shouldn’t have said that, but she’d felt annoyed at the time. Why would she like ballet just because she loved street dancing? Ballet looked so stiff and awkward.

You couldn’t just let the music carry you along.

That’s why it had been such a surprise to find the shoes. If they were so special why would someone give them to her when she didn’t even like ballet?

Anyway, there wasn’t time to think about that now. She’d decided to give it a chance and her mother had phoned ahead and booked her into a trial lesson. As she stood at the bottom of the steps that led up to the big front door, she breathed in deeply.

Just after ten o’clock. She was a little bit late. Still, she patted her bag with the red shoes in it and told herself for the hundredth time that she was only staying for one lesson to see what was so special about it. Then she leaped up the steps, two at a time, and peered in through the big front window.

The class had already begun. Fourteen girls, wearing identical leotards, stood holding a wooden rail that ran around the walls of the room.

All of them were making exactly the same slow careful movements. Jade rolled her eyes as she came away from the window and pushed open the heavy front door.

Once inside, she caught sight of the changing rooms immediately. The door was ajar. She changed into her red shoes and pulled her hair into a bun. She already had her leotard on under her clothes so at least she wouldn’t make herself even later by getting changed. Then, whispering under her breath, “Right, let’s get it over with,” she made her way to the ballet studio and pushed open the door.

Madame Za-Za broke off her counting when Jade walked in, but the girls kept on doing their exercises in time to the music. They seemed to be pointing their feet to the front, then the side, to the back, then the side again. A puzzled look passed over the teacher’s face, but then, as her eyes flickered down to Jade’s ballet shoes, she broke into a smile of recognition.

“You must be Jade! Welcome. I was expecting you. We’ve already started, but come on in.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Jade muttered under her breath as she quickly took her place at a space on the wooden rail.

“Place your hand lightly on the barre – so.”

Jade did as she was told, feeling the darting glances from all over the class. “Follow Chloe…”

“Er… I’ve never actually done ballet before, Madame…”

“Not to worry,” Madame Za-Za spoke quickly. “I have a feeling you’ll soon pick it up. Straighten the legs. Heels together—” Madame Za-Za was correcting Jade as she spoke, lifting her arm, lowering her shoulder and tilting her chin up. “And soften the wrists… Yes, that’s it…”

This feels ridiculous, Jade thought. But the music was playing and everyone had started the exercise, so she followed as best she could, feeling herself growing more and more tense as Madame Za-Za kept correcting her. “Relax the arms, Jade!”

How could she relax her arms when every other part of her body was tense? She looked across at the other girls to see if they had noticed, but luckily they were too busy concentrating on their own positions. And they were all so good at it. Much better than me, thought Jade. Then it crossed her mind that if they tried street dancing for the first time like she was trying ballet, they might not find it so easy.

“Eyes to the front, Jade, and turn out the supporting foot!”

Feeling frustration flood through her, Jade suddenly snapped. “Why do you have to follow all these rules? That’s not dancing! Look! This is dancing…”

And she did a moon walk, followed by a leap in the air, then some quick footwork she’d only learned that week, her wrists flicking in front of her as her body rocked from side to side. She could hear gasps coming from all around. Everyone looked across to Madame Za-Za to see what she’d say…