Tilly's Time to Shine. Kimberly Wyatt
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Название: Tilly's Time to Shine
Автор: Kimberly Wyatt
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: World Elite Dance Academy
isbn: 9781780317939
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A few of the students gave mock groans but Tilly felt like cheering. She couldn’t wait to get back in the studio.
‘At the end of last term some of you were involved in a showcase at the Royal Albert Hall.’
Tilly and the rest of Il Bello looked at each other and grinned.
‘I’m proud to say that you were an absolute credit to WEDA and gave it your all, but this term, we’re going to be asking you to give even more than your all.’ Mrs Jones looked around, her expression now deadly serious. ‘I’m going to hand over to my colleagues Miss Murphy and Mr Marlo and they will explain.’
‘What’s up, WEDA?’ Mr Marlo boomed. ‘How you all doing?’
The students yelled back at him.
‘I hope you all had a cool Christmas,’ Miss Murphy said. As usual, she looked immaculate, in a long grey pencil skirt, crisp white blouse and sky-high heels.
Andre groaned. ‘I keep telling her not to say cool,’ he muttered. ‘It’s so uncool.’
Tilly laughed. As far as she was concerned, Andre had the coolest mum in the world – she’d give anything to have a mum as passionate about dance as Miss Murphy – but she guessed that, no matter who your parents were, you were embarrassed by them.
Mr Marlo dug his hands into his tracksuit pockets. ‘As Mrs Jones just said, this term we’re going to be asking even more of you than we did before.’
‘We’re going to be asking you to dig deeper than ever,’ Miss Murphy said.
‘And dance like the world’s depending on you . . .’ Mr Marlo paused for a moment, ‘. . . because in a way, it is.’
‘Here at WEDA we need to become more energy efficient,’ Miss Murphy said. ‘And as part of that initiative, we need to install solar panels to the studio roofs.’
‘But solar panels cost money . . .’ Mr Marlo said.
‘A lot of money . . .’
‘So that’s where you guys come in.’
Miss Murphy stepped closer to the edge of the stage. ‘This term, we’re going to be having an investor showcase to try to raise more funds for WEDA, so that we can pay for the refurbishments we badly need so that we can continue to run in line with our healthy and sustainable ethos.’
‘And fund some more bursaries so that more dancers are able to enjoy the opportunities WEDA offers, whatever their background,’ Mr Marlo added.
Tilly looked at Billie and grinned. Billie wouldn’t have been able to come to WEDA if it weren’t for the bursary system.
‘So, what do you say?’ Mr Marlo boomed. ‘Do we have your commitment?’
‘Are you willing to go that extra mile?’ Miss Murphy asked, looking out at the students.
A few claps and whoops rippled around the hall.
‘I can’t hear you,’ Mr Marlo said, cupping his ear.
This time loud cheers rang out.
‘Bravo! That’s more like it.’ Mr Marlo smiled. ‘Seriously, guys, this is your opportunity to give something back. Not just to WEDA but to the environment and to students less fortunate than you.’
‘I personally can’t think of a better motivation to dance,’ Miss Murphy said.
‘Me neither.’ Mr Marlo nodded in agreement. ‘And on that note . . . what do you say we have a welcome back West African drumming session? I’ve got some friends warming up the Djembe in the Murphy Studio as we speak.’
The students burst into applause.
‘All right!’ Mr Marlo yelled. ‘Let’s dance!’
As Tilly entered the Murphy Studio, every cell in her body tingled. Now she truly was back at home. As the students all found a place on the floor, a group of drummers in the corner of the studio started pounding out a rhythm on the Djembe. Tilly closed her eyes and let it reverberate through her body. She loved African dance. She loved that it was so raw, and the way it made you feel part of a team, a family. And she was part of a tribe – the WEDA tribe. She could feel the energy from the other students seeping into her as they began to dance. She allowed herself to sink deeper into the rhythm, letting herself go until there was no boundary left between her and the music. It was as if her body had become an extension of the drum, and she felt lit up with happiness. This was where she belonged – on a dance floor, expressing herself with her body. With every pound of the drum she felt an even stronger connection with her warrior within, and more determined than ever. This term she was going to dance as if the world depended on it, because it did. Her world depended on her staying at WEDA.
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