At the end of her dance class, my daughter was the last one out. Actually, she didn’t even come out. Where was she? This was most unlike her. Instead, her teacher asked if she could have a word, beckoned me in and shut the door.
What was wrong with her?
I knew she couldn’t have done anything naughty. Was she ill?
No, the teacher wanted to give us a special letter. A letter that nobody else had. A letter she didn’t want the others seeing in case they felt left out, jealous or upset.
The letter was inviting my girl to be part of the Elite Squad – the very best dancers in the school. The letter said she had been carefully selected and was one of only 30 out of 300 students to be chosen to perform the opening dance at the show in June.
I always knew my daughter would be selected one day, but I didn’t know when. The age at which children join the Elite Squad varies from year to year, but suffice to say she will be the youngest. She will be dancing with tweens, teens and even adults – all of the very best dancers in the school. And she’s been chosen because she’s in the top 10% – for style, flair and musicality, as well as attitude and attendance.
There is no guarantee of selection and no guarantee that students who have been chosen before will be chosen again this year.
But my daughter has done it again – she has shone as she always shines and it has been recognised. She can’t wait to start rehearsals!
I thought I would look forward to writing about her fabulous dancing after the show in June, but then I realised I’m proud RIGHT NOW of her being selected. I can write about the actual dancing when it happens.
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