Myster C dances. He's always danced. He was about two and half or three when he first asked for lessons. So I took him to various places. At first we could only find strict ballet madams and classes of pink girls in tutus or ballroom classes. It was a no go. Then we found some where special. He started a jazz class about age four with a group of older girls. The class got bigger and he refused to dance. He was overwhelmed. I had to sit in with him and he hid under my chair and clung to my legs. After a month or so we gave up. But Myster C wanted to dance. Then we found out the special place had started a little boys street class so he started that. He loved it. Then came the show. Three showings over two days in a four hundred seat theatre. They did their routine to the A team theme. It was such a success the boys class doubled. He still loved it. The following year's show they danced to the Men In Black. The boys class split in to two with Myster C in the more able class. Then he decided to do Jazz. So he did that too and was in two routines for the next show. All his friends came to watch. After the show he decided he was going to do Modern too. Then this week his teachers and the proprietor have told him he does have potential and if he's serious and works hard they will give him Ballet for free because they know I just can't afford any more. I'm made up and he's chuffed to bits. And thats it. He wants to be a dancer. He'll be in four routines in the show in February next year. I can't wait. He's the only boy at that school who does Jazz, Modern and Ballet. Such a proud mum right now. Can you tell!!
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