"One day, some twenty years ago, I went to a dentist appointment. I opened the wrong door and found myself in Martha's studio. I was immediately enchanted. I started taking dance classes with her, but I thought I was hopeless as a dancer, so I left."
Bat Sheva was speaking to the dancers in a harsh tone. She didn't like what was going on in the rehearsals. It could not continue like that.
"Few years later, Martha asked me to return to her studio. She said that not all her lessons are for dancers. At first, I did not understand what she meant, but during the time that we've been working together I believe I got the hang of it. Now, I chose miss Ordman to be our rehearsals manager, because I believe she can teach you some valuable lessons that you missed..."
Jeannette looked at Bat Sheva with some surprise and lost contact with what she continued to say. She was not sure what exactly was going on.
She didn't have too much time to think about it before Bat Sheva said, "Miss Ordman, the class is yours", and went to the corner of the studio.
The dancers stood around her in half a circle. Their faces said everything. They were not happy. They were not the young students that she was used to, but experienced and extremely talented dancers who already proved their skills. Why did Bat Sheva called them, "the class?".
Her embarrassment was noticed. "Miss Ordman, I think you just have to begin from the beginning", Bat Sheva said.
"Alright people", Jeanette said, trying to do her work without escalating the tension further, "We will do a warmup..."
"Even more from the beginning", Bat Sheva said, "some of you did not even bother to tie back their hair. You will go to the dressing room now and fix that. If you need hair pins, I have a few in my purse".
They all left, men dancers included. It wasn't a very promising start.