SHOWTIME

By

Jacquimac

Part one

The dance teacher asked all the girls which of them could do splits comfortably, she was trying to get some sort of show ready for Christmas.

The boys were across the other side of the room and Brian and me were sitting against the wall about half between the two groups.

Me and Brian lived next door to each other and were best of friends, well to tell the truth we didn`t have any other friends.

We didn`t play sports due to being small compared to to rest of them, and soccer and rugby were the sports they played. The only time we mixed was at school and at dance class

The girls kept to themselves and only mixed at school and at dance class, but even at school everyone ignored us except for if they needed a target for they`re latest prank, and we were always the target.

To everyone at school we were knowned as the four eyed weirdoes because we always did well in the exams, what`s so wrong about reading a book or being good at subjects like science or maths?.

We didn`t do a lot that night in dance class and went home early, Brian`s mum picked us up in her car as usual and we went to the local fish bar.

The next day was saturday and as we didn`t have school to attend we could our own thing, the pair of us were out back trying to make a snowman without much success there wasn`t enough snow yet but we had fun trying and there was no snow left on the paths.

Later on we went watched some film on Television then attacked our homework when both mums decided to partake of their saturday afternoon fix of soaps.

On sunday morning Brian came round with his mum we were all going to the nearby retail park to shop another fun day, but we were there as pack mules carrying all the shopping to the car and returning for another load.

We hadn`t been home long before the three women who ran the dance studio arrived, they were friends of mums and had been invited for sunday dinner.
As soon as dinner had finished me and Brian disappeared to my room before we got roped into something.

To be fair both mums and the dance teachers were good to us, they didn`t treat us like freaks but they usually put is into some embarrassing situation at times, especially when it concerned dancing and no doubt it would happen again this year.

Yes this year was definately going to be another year were we were going to feel ridiculous and yes it was dancing again. We could never refuse to do what the Ladies asked us, but they didn`t treat us like mugs that would do anything for them.

Size, stature and that we wore spectacles limited us in gym and sports at school, so we took up dancing after our mums suggested it as way to keep fit and we took to it like fish, we were more supple than the rest of boys and most of girls and enjoyed what we could do.

For the next few weeks those of us that free in evenings would be attending the dance studio to get ready for new show, whatever they had chosen this year.

We knew the five women were plotting going by the sudden silence if we appeared near by and they kept their down so we couldn`t hear what they saying, but with the giggles and looks we got of them we knew they scheming again.

Both our fathers had been brothers and killed in the same crash a few years ago and the way we brought up we were well mannered and respected women as equals, and unusual for boys were tidy in our habits.

Monday at school went as normal for Brian and me with everyone either ignoring us or calling us names, after school we went to the dance studio and when everyone else arrived the teachers started seeing who could do the splits.

Most of girls managed it but when it came to the boys anly Brian and me could manage them with no problems, oh yes what a fun evening. Maybe we could manage better than the boys because we did ballet twice a week but it was laughable watching the other boys try.

The week continued like this every evening everyone was doing or at least trying to do the splits with those that manage okay helping were we could.

School was fun in a way after tuesday evening watching the boys hobbling a round at least none of them got hurt but they were a bit sore, the girls thought it was hilarious.

Try as we might we couldn`t find out what the show was going to be, I had snuck into the main office when no one was around but still couldn`t find out what planned and I didn`t like it.

I decided to try the room were they held the costumes and found it locked, looking through the glass panel on the door I saw a pile of newly delivered boxes and a rack filled with costume bags. I got caught during my snooping and was taken to the office, there was no punishment but I was told that we would be told on friday on what we were going to be do doing and as I left the room the giggling started.

As we walked to the dance studio I said to Brian " Have you noticed that when the teachers start giggling me and you usually end up in dresses ?"

"thats true and the fickle five start giggling when they see us" said Brian

We arrived at the studio and they started splitting us into two groupsall the girls were in one group and the boys in another and it finally came to me and Brian and we were told to join the girls, nothing unusual in that so far.

I notice most of mums and some of dads had turned up this evening and all the mums were looking at me and Brian and giggling, yes we were going to be doing girls parts again.

Before we left we each handed an untitled Video and told that we would be doing a dance that originated in the 1890`s in Paris France and that it would entail a lot of hard work, the giggling from the mothers got worse and the dad`s started laughing when we were told we would be doing

"THE CAN CAN"

It didn`t mean anything to us but the parents must know what type of dance it was going of the all the giggles and laughter.