“No,no,no! It’s all wrong! Your head is tilted, your smile is crooked and your feet! My god, your feet! Are they made of wood? Flex, bend, make them sway. They’re yours to control. Come on!”
Aisha fought back tears as Mr. Hughes snapped at her. Taking a deep breath, she continued the movement but he interrupted her.
“What do you think you’re doing? From the top, young lady.”
Sighing, she took her position and waited as he started playing the first notes of the refrain.
As she took a bow at the end of the performance, her heart was singing. The applause was deafening. Waiting for the ovation to stop, she asked for a microphone and said, ‘Mr. Hughes. This is for you and you deserve to be out here. Everyone: my coach, mentor and guide, Mr Hughes.’
The applause rose to a crescendo as Mr Hughes hobbled on to the stage on his twin, wooden legs to the sound of unmistakable joy, a sound he could hear echoing in his heart.
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