The group of girls crowded into the changing rooms, chattering loudly.
âI canât believe weâre going to be doing the exam tomorrow!â Olivia said.
âI know,â replied Rebecca. âIâm really nervous.â
âIâm scared stiff,â agreed Asha.
Rosa Maitland looked at her friends in surprise. âBut why?â She twirled round before sitting down and starting to untie the ribbons on her red ballet shoes. âIâm looking forward to it.â
Rosa loved dancing in front of people. She didnât care whether it was her teacher, Madame Za-Za, an audience at a theatre or an examiner in the ballet studio. She just loved to dance!
âBut what if we go wrong?â said Olivia. âWhat if we forget everything?â âWhy would we?â Rosa said. âWeâre just doing the same exercises we do every lesson for Madame Za-Za. Stop worrying about it.â
She got changed out of her leotard and after saying goodbye to Olivia and the others, she headed home. Rosa only lived around the corner. As she let herself into the house, her mum came into the hall in her wheelchair. Mrs Maitland had once been a ballerina, but then a car accident had ended her career. She still loved ballet, though, and often helped Rosa.
âHow did the exam practice go?â she asked.
âGreat.â Rosa smiled as she remembered. âIt was cool dancing with a proper pianist playing and Madame Za-Za said I did my dances really well.â
Mrs Maitland nodded. âHow about your barre work?â
âEasy peasy!â grinned Rosa. She took hold of the kitchen door handle with her left hand and raised her leg to the retiré position, bringing her right arm above her head, just like she would have to do in the exam. âEveryone else is really nervous, but I donât know why. Iâm sure weâre all going to pass.â
Her mum looked anxious. âRosa, itâs really great youâre not worried about the exam, but remember things can go wrong. If they do you must just keep on going and not give up. Donât expect to get everything right.â
Rosa smiled confidently. âIâll be fine!â She danced into the kitchen. âWhatâs for tea, Mum?â
âPasta,â said Mrs Maitland, following her. âWill you set the table, please, while I heat the sauce?â
Rosa nodded and started to get the cutlery out. âWhat mark do you think Iâll get for the exam?â she wondered.
Her mum smiled. âI donât know, sweetheart. But so long as you try your hardest, Iâll be proud of you.â
In bed that night, Rosa ran through the exercises she was going to have to do in her exam. Madame Za-Za had explained that the girls would go in groups of four. First they would do barre work, like they did every week in class, then they would go into the centre of the studio and do some more exercises there. After that they would take it in turns to do a set dance and then they had character work to do. Rosa had practised over and over again. What mark would she get? The highest grade you could get was an A, which was also called distinction, and then it went B for merit, C for pass and if you didnât get any of those you failed. She really hoped she would do well.
She reached out to turn her bedside light off. As she did so, her eyes fell on the red ballet shoes hanging at the end of her bed. She smiled. They were her most precious things in the whole world. They were made of soft red leather and fitted her feet perfectly, but that wasnât why they were so special. They were special because they were magic! Sometimes they would start to sparkle and glow and then they would whisk her off to Enchantia, a magic land where all the characters from the different ballets lived. Rosa had been on some brilliant adventures there already. She had met the King and Queen, made friends with a fairy called Nutmeg and her older sister, Sugar, the Sugar Plum Fairy. She had come up against some pretty horrible characters too â like King Rat and the Wicked Fairy. But most of the people who lived in Enchantia were really nice.