Chapter Forty
Gillian
We had the girls gathered in the hallway near the back door where the smell of sweat and the tense afterglow of a hissy fit crowded in between us. Lexie wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead and looked each one of them in the eye.
“I’ve had some amazing girls in this school, girls with potential and grace, girls that really worked hard to become the best, but I’ve never had a class quite like you. Some of you have had to struggle. You’ve fallen down. You’ve skinned your knees. You’ve torn your leotards. We’ve seen it all. But after you fall, you get up and you try again, and that’s what counts because the more you try, the better you’ll get.
“I believe that all of you can become ballerinas, but if you want that to happen, you have to remember that this isn’t about what other people think or whether or not you can do your moves right. You’re still learning. You’re young, and you’re going to make mistakes. What matters is whether or not you see this through, and that you don’t get discouraged.”
I stepped up to address them. “Tonight is about having fun. Are you ready to get out there and show your parents what you can do?”
“Yeah!” they sounded off.
I turned back to Lexie who was pale. “Just play the keyboard,” I whispered. “The girls will be fine.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and turned back to look behind the curtain we’d put up. “They’re watching,” she said as she pulled her head back. I looked down at her hands. They were shaking. “This is the last recital before they graduate. The women are going to tear us apart. Then they’re going to tell all of their friends that I’m a terrible dance teacher.”
“Lexie…”
“No, I’m terrified.”
“Lexie, these girls are good, and you’ve never had a shortage of students. They’re going to be great.”
“Okay,” she took a deep breath.
“It’s going to be alright.”
She turned back to the curtain. “Push me out there. I don’t think I can do it.”
I gave her a good shove, and she walked out on stage to address the mothers. I couldn’t watch. I knew how those women could be, but Lexie could handle herself. She was just worried. After the initial shock wore off, she’d have fun, and for a moment, she’d forget that the mothers were watching and focus on the girls.
Soon enough, she started playing, and the girls stepped up. One by one they came out on their toes and showed off the techniques that we’d taught them.
There were some missteps and most were still learning to move to the beat, but we were halfway through and nobody had broken out into tears. Beth made sure to take her place at the back of the line. “Best for last,” she told me when she walked inside. I gave her a thumbs up before she went and watched as she ran to the side of the stage, gave me a wink and jumped up into the air. She landed perfectly on the balls of her feet and spun around.
I looked around the audience, certain that the mothers would rush up and tear me apart with their fake nails, but nothing happened. All I saw were wide eyes and open mouths. Everyone was speechless. My eyes misted up, and I caught Dwayne’s eye. The look he gave me was one of pure excitement. I couldn’t believe it.
The girls all came back up on stage for a quick bow, and there was a roar of applause, as the mothers stood up to collect their children. Beth’s mother grabbed her by the hand and walked up to me. She was crying. “Did you teach her that?”
“No, I thought you did.”
“I did it!” Beth jumped up and down. “And, you’re paying for private lessons,” she glared at her mother.
“Absolutely,” she agreed as she ducked down to give her daughter a kiss. “Come on, sweetie.”
“No!” Beth pulled away and ran back to where Dwayne was sitting. He leaned in while she started talking to him. I wanted to tear him away. The girl had a mouth, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I watched for a second to make sure that she wasn’t saying anything too weird before I turned to her mom.
“Beth is an amazing person. You should be more than proud. I just want you to know that.”
“Thank you.”
“I really mean that. I mean, every little girl dreams about becoming a ballerina, but they don’t do anything about it. At most, they might take a few classes, but they never follow through, not like her. This little girl, not only did she drag you down here to sign up, she’s doing what it takes to succeed. Most adults don’t have the discipline and determination she has, and I’m not sure you’re aware of the magnitude of what she did. Do you know how difficult it is to jump like that?”
“No.”
“She’s exercising, isn’t she? She has to be. People have to train their bodies and build up specific muscles just to stand like that. Jumping the way she did is really dangerous and not easy. I’ve never seen anyone as young as her do it.”
“She found an old DVD in the basement. It’s killing me.”
“See, don’t you dare discourage her in anything she does.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You two have been amazing. I think she’s going to make it. She’s constantly practicing. She won’t stop; and the music,” she sighed. “I haven’t heard anything but classical for at least three months. I’m dreaming in violin.” We both laughed.
“You know, I’m honored to have her as my student. Thank you for bringing her here.”
“You’re welcome.”
I took a glance behind her and saw a swarm of designer dresses and expensive dye jobs closing in around Lexie. “I’ll be back.” I darted around Beth’s mom.
“Who taught her that?” Lily Cho had taken her position as queen bee as soon as Mrs. Regis left, and she’d been leading the charge against Lexie.
“I don’t know who taught her,” Lexie said.
“Don’t give us that crap,” Cho accused. “We know you two have been favoring Beth this whole time.” The other mothers nodded their heads. “You taught her that in private.”
“Why didn’t you teach my daughter to jump?” a blonde asked.
“Cindy has been working so hard. Why would you do that to her?”
“I paid just as much as Beth’s mother did.”
“You’re going to show Jenny how to jump, and you’re doing it for free.”
“I always knew you were incompetent.”
“You’re a terrible teacher.”
“We want our money back,” Cho demanded.
“Ladies.” I pushed through the crowd to get to Lexie, who looked like she was ready to cry. “The reason your daughters don’t know how to jump up on their tiptoes and land on their tiptoes is because they are five and six years old and they haven’t developed their muscles yet.”
“Are you saying that Beth is better than my daughter?” Cho asked.
“Yes, Lily has two left feet and she can’t stand right.”
“Excuse me?” Cho stepped up ready to fight.
“Beth is the best dancer in class, and you’re all going to have to get over it. One student always shines more than the others.” They were ready to claw me apart. “But the reason she’s the best is because she doesn’t do anything but practice. Ask her mother, she’s been driving the woman crazy.
“I didn’t teach her how to jump, neither did Lexie. I’ve never even seen anyone her age do that. I can barely do it. She taught herself, and if you don’t believe me, ask her. It doesn’t matter how much you freak out on us, if you want your daughters to be good, you’re going to have to get them to do the work.”
I grabbed Lexie by the hand before they could attack, and I disappeared with her behind the curtain where Dwayne, Beth and her mother were already waiting.
“I think it’s time to make our escape,” he said.
“Ice cream!” Beth jumped up and down.
“She wants us to invite you guys out for ice cream,” her mother explained.
“Yes,” Lexie threw her head back. “That sounds amazing.”
“But how do we clear the building?” I asked, concerned. “They’re probably ready to burn the place down.”
“I got it.” Dwayne stepped out from behind the curtain, and I peeked out to watch. All he had to do was look at the women and they stopped talking and broke out of their huddle. “Ladies, it’s been wonderful having you here this evening.”
“You don’t have to lie,” Cho said.
“Then, I’m not going to. Get out and if you have a problem, don’t come back. If you want your children to learn, and you’re willing to be respectful, then you’re welcome to sign up for private lessons.”
They bickered amongst themselves, but none of them had to gall to say anything to him, so they left. Lexie cornered me in back before we left. “What are you doing?” she asked. “They’re not coming back.”
“Some will. I’m sure of it. Did you see the way they were asking you to teach their daughters to jump? They like you. They’re just neurotic.”
“We’re going to lose business.”
“Are you really willing to put up with this crap until you retire? You’ve got to draw the line somewhere. You’re going to get business no matter what, but you’re not going to get anywhere unless you demand some respect. I think that you’ll do better if you assert your authority with these women. They’re just like alpha males. They’ll shut up and deal with it and if they can’t, they’re not worth the trouble. You’ve got to remember that.”
“It’s a risk.”
“This whole place was a risk.”
“You’re right,” she conceded.
“Let’s go.”
We ended our night laughing and walking around downtown with ice cream cones while Beth told us about how she was going to travel the world and be the best ballerina ever — four bests, she said.
When Dwayne and I got back in the car, I demanded, “What did she tell you?”
“I’m not telling.” He started the car.
“Oh, no. You have to tell me this time. I’ll ground you.”
“No, you won’t.” He pulled out of the lot and into downtown traffic.
“Come on.”
“Oh, alright.” He didn’t say anything after that.
“Well?”
“She told me that she was glad that your husband is back, and that I’d better stick around.”
“What’d you tell her?”
“That she’s the best ballerina I’ve ever ever seen.”
I kissed him on the cheek. “You’re so sweet.”
“I’ve decided something.” He pulled onto the freeway.
“What’s that?”
“I’m ending the dry spell. I want a girl.”
“Nope, you’re grounded.” I swatted his hand away when he reached out to touch my thigh. I was just kidding, and he knew it.