So ballet class didn't last very long for Grace. If you ask her about it, she'll shrug and say 'It was fine.' She wanted more movement, more activity, more recital without the itchy costume. So she has moved on.
Clare, on the other hand, has been waiting and wanting for her turn with the tights and tutu's. She begs for her slippers. She runs to the studio with a confidence carefree attitude that Grace never showed when her teacher arrives.
We are only a few classes into the new year, but I believe this one is our dancer.