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group began to perform the exercise with music.
    As the first group danced full out, the dancers on the side marked the exercise with only their arms and their feet, staying in one spot as they made sure they knew the exercise and understood the timing. As the exercise drew to an end, the dancers who were picked for the second group stopped marking and got ready to take their positions in the centre of the studio. Julian kept marking, but not carefully, and rather pointlessly; if he had been asked to perform the exercise solo, he wouldn’t have known the first movement. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts. The boys always go in the last group, anyway, what’s this all about? Does he have to be so obvious about who he likes best? Julian accidentally hit Jonathon in the face, and, taking this as a sign, gave up on marking the exercise. Instead he slipped between the barre and the wall and leaned on the barre, pretending to study the second group’s work. Julian wondered if Tristan and Kageki were on scholarship, too; he’d never asked and just assumed that they weren’t. Finally the first group was done, and Julian stood at attention, ready to be called. He looked intently at Mr. Demidovski, willing the man to notice him. Instead Mr. Demidovski began correcting Anna.
    â€œYou must … use the music, feel the music,” he explained. “Your arms, they must be like the butterfly, flying over the water — here, rotate.” Mr. Demidovski got up to move Anna’s arms in the right way, running his long thin hands over her back as he moved her muscles. “The back, here must hold, here must open — and give. You must always be giving the heart, the love to the audience. Yes, Anna, this! You must always do the work this way.”
    Julian attempted to look fascinated, along with the rest of the class. He giggled — Angela was leaning as far forward as possible without falling forward, her mouth hanging open and her eyes popped, as she stared at Mr. Demidovski. As soon as Mr. Demidovski finished speaking, she began to try and replicate Anna’s movements while staring in the mirror. She was unsuccessful. Mr. Demidovski’s eye drifted over her, and Julian distinctly saw him wince before he hurriedly turned back to his selected group.
    â€œYou — this — come here, please; Mr. Demidovski wishes to speak to you.” Mr. Demidovski said, gesturing impatiently in Julian’s direction. Julian’s stomach gave a lurch, and he half-rose out of his slouch against the wall before he realized that Mr. Demidovski was actually talking to Taylor. He rested against the wall again, annoyed with himself, and wondering if anyone had noticed his mistake. He looked around, trying to look casual; no, they were all intently concentrated on Mr. Demidovski’s words as he corrected Taylor. Julian wondered if he could get away with just sitting down since he wasn’t dancing anyway. Better not risk it . Almost everyone else seemed to be working on Taylor’s correction along with Taylor.
    â€œâ€¦ you have the beautiful body, the beautiful hair, body suit, now you must make it the beautiful dance,” Mr. Demidovski was explaining as he made Taylor repeatedly develope a la seconde. “No hip! Mr. Demidovski said no hip, no clunk, must be very smooth like ice cream. You must listen to Mr. Demidovski.”
    Taylor’s face was flushed with effort as she tried one more time, slowly drawing her foot up her leg and unfolding her working leg. She managed to bring her leg to its full extension without her usual hip shift, and shyly smiled in relief.
    â€œYes, this is the way you must work. The other way, it is cheap. That way you are maybe sold at the dollar store. Here this is maybe the Bay, Sears — you must work to be the one of a kind, an original, people pay much money for you. Understand?” Taylor nodded throughout Mr. Demidovski’s speech, and as