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Dances with wolves


Mrs Rythkin, the School Sport Coordinator, was first into the hall. She stood, momentarily enjoying the peace in the dark, quiet hall which contrasted with the chaos of the playground. That was until Tania crashed through the heavy doors, allowing them to slam. Glenna turned. ‘Ah, Tania,’ she smiled, welcoming the first dance teacher.

‘How’s it going?’ Tania dropped her large bag on the floor and then placed her CD player beside it. Her red cheeks and glistening forehead gave Glenna an inkling of how she was, as did the dark patches on her T-shirt underneath each armpit. ‘Well,’ she said, standing up and mopping her brow with her now free

hand, ‘I have to tell you, it was hell getting out here.’ She reached down and pulled a small bottle of water from her bag while continuing to describe her journey. ‘There’s no bus straight here from where I live, and Linda couldn’t pick me up this week.’ Mile High was a small rural primary school which, from where Tania lived, meant two buses and 90 minutes of travel, and that was only to go ten miles, a journey that took less than 20 minutes in a car. ‘Ah – the joy of crowded buses,’ Glenna thought as she watched Tania tip her head back and down the full bottle of water. Tania reminded Glenna of a galleon in full sail and, apart from when she was dancing, she would never have guessed Tania’s profession. As she watched, Tania pulled off an amazing feat which saw her damp T-shirt fly over her head. It was then used to dry her armpits before each was doused with body spray. In another equally impressive move, a bright, crisp, clean yellow T-shirt with let’s dance with change4life1 emblazoned on the front was produced. She dived into its middle and came up like a synchronized swimmer, full of grace and poise. She was now ready. The entrance doors crashed again and this time it was Linda, the lead

choreographer, disrupting the peace. In contrast to Tania, Glenna thought Linda was everything she imagined a dancer would be, from the way she sat in the chair at steering group meetings to how she sipped her tea. ‘Hi Tania, hi Glenna,’ Linda said, smiling, before glancing round the

empty, dark hall, ‘So where are all the children?’