Danse Macabre

By Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

Terry Scunthorpe's dance studio isn't doing so well, and he needs to attract more students in a hurry. His unconventional solution doesn't turn out quite as he planned...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabitha Ormiston-Smith
• Release date: Aug 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370447770

Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

Tabitha Ormiston-Smith was born and continues to age. Dividing her time between her houses in Melbourne and the country, she is ably assisted in her editing business and her other endeavours by Ferret, the three-legged bandit.

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DANSE MACABRE

Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

Copyright Tabitha Ormiston-Smith 2015

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DANSE MACABRE

Mrs Chan was late again. Terry watched with mounting rage as she sauntered across the floor and shoved herself into the centre of Antonio’s carefully ordered Salsa class, throwing it into disarray. Bloody old bat. A couple of the more advanced students shot her slitty-eyed looks, but no one actually said anything. Antonio, of course, took it in his stride, although Terry knew he’d have to listen to him moaning and bitching later on.

He sighed and returned to his contemplation of the accounts. It was not a pleasant occupation. In the last few months, the Firebird School of Dance had seen a marked drop in the attendance of male students. It wasn’t so much the diminished fees that worried him, although that was a problem in itself, but that Basic Salsa, his flagship class, was his number one source of new students. People came, enjoyed themselves, learned a bit, and signed on for private lessons. It had always been this way. If the numbers got too far skewed, people, or the ladies at least, didn’t learn as quickly or enjoy it as much because they spent too long waiting to take a turn with a partner and not enough time actually dancing.

Tonight was the worst it had been yet, with only two men, including Antonio, to ten ladies. Terry groaned softly and pushed his hand through his hair, disordering his carefully oiled waves. He had to get more men in the class. But how? He’d already increased his advertising budget, which he could ill afford, and spent a dismal series of lunch hours handing out leaflets in the street.