Up For Anything

Dancing

It was now 5pm and Zack was on his way to the studio. He walked down Ocean Road.
63,65,67.....
Finally he arrived at the right address.
"This can't be right" he mumbled, looking up at the crappy, old office building labeled 69.
The top half of the building looked abandoned and the bottom had in huge, faded letters:
Mrs Wilba's School Of Dance
The paint was chipping on the walls of the building and the old door was rusted.
Zack entered the studio. It was empty but there were long, gold poles that reached from the floor to the roof. Over in the corner was an old lady wearing a head scarf, sitting on a fold out chair. She was writing something in an old notebook.

"Hi, is this Mrs Wilba's School Of Dance?" Zack asked. "Yes it is" said the Lady eyeing him cautiously. "Um, I saw your add, does Natalie Jones go here?" "Yes, she left just moments ago. In fact she left her dance shoes here. If you see her will you give them to her?" She said handing Zack a pair of black shoes.
"Sure" he smirked walking out of the building.