Greeted in the grey car park with hugs, the girls feel loved, wanted and missed. They’ve only known each other for a few months but the holidays have kept them apart for a couple of weeks.
Heading inside the red-brick building, they can’t stop talking. Their chatter is like tap shoes dancing, punctuated with bursts of laughter for jokes and greeting new arrivals with a cheer.
More and more dancers join the conversation. The tempo speeds up, the noise builds, until it is time for the rehearsal to start.
Time for the real dancing to begin.
But the laughter continues.