Emerson has performed her last dance... for the time being.
I have to give her credit. She hated dance class. Every day, for a year, we took her to The Fine Arts and for an hour she practiced tap and ballet. She missed only once.
She hated it.
I don't know if it was the teacher or the situation or the students, but Emerson wanted it to end. And it did.
She had two rehearsals and two performances to cap off the year. We cut our vacation short and drove 80 plus miles an hour to get her home in time for the rehearsals... because they were mandatory.
She came onto that stage with the biggest smile in the world and left waving to us in the audience. But when asked if she wanted to do it again, next year, she declined.
The funny thing is that since that performance she has danced everyday... in our living room. She loves to perform, and dance, but hates the classes.
Oh well.
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