I really don't like dance. I feel really weird about little girls in skimpy outfits shaking their stuff on stage. I was never that girly, and never thought that my daughter would be that girly.... but Taya beats to her own drum... her own fancy/prissy/petite/bedazzled drum. She was 0% interested in soccer, she just wanted to take dance class. So we did it. Community dance at the city building with a 20 minute recital to end the session. From day one Taya loved it. Especially when they brought out the ribbons and swirled like butterflies. It was the least competitive class I've ever seen. Her teacher put her front and center for the recital. I thought it was kind of funny because The first move in the dance is flapping your wings like a butterfly, and usually Taya just sticks with that move the entire song. Occasionally laying on the floor to take a break. She was oblivious to the teacher or other girls doing their arabescs and ballet hands. I loved it. Taya loved it. Her teacher always told her she did a beautiful job. My kind of dance class!