The Dance Studio

''Crackle. ''Paper.

''Hisssssssss. ''The air conditioner

''Fizz. ''The coffee on the table.

"All paperwork is in order?" A boring voice in front of me. Um...a what? I lick my lips. I can almost taste the coffee. Right now, I'm resisting the urge to jump up and breath it in. "AHEM! Ms. Arielle, I suggest you pay attention." I snap back to reality. To the Principal's frowning brown face and shining shoes, I note enviously.

"Um...yes all paperwork in order." I mumble. I don't quite remember what we were talking about. I'm like that. He raises an eyebrow.

"Good, then we will see you tomorrow." He stands up, straightened the papers on his desk and opens the door curtly. I stand up and shuffle. He frowns harder and I remember the procedure. I clasp my hands a lower my head.

"Thank you." His frown softens a bit. Apparently I had done the right gesture.