“I don't know.”
“Let's look at the course descriptions at the Y.”
The pair got online. Then found the proper website and looked through it.
“Let's see for the dance they only have ballet. It says, 'A combined level class that will introduce young dancers to the vocabulary and basic technique of classical ballet through exercises at the barre, in the center, and traveling across the floor '. That sounds like fun,” Olivia told him.
“Next,” Peter replied sarcastically.
“OK, for gymnastics it says, 'This year-round class, will teach your child basic gymnastic skills on four events: Bars, Beam, Floor, and Vault. Must be able to do a front roll, back roll, cartwheel, and bridge before enrolling.'
“Everyone can do a cartwheel, and I'm sure I can do the rolls, but I don't know what a bridge is.”
“Then I guess it's ballet for you!”
“Wait, do you know what a bridge is?”
“Sure, I do.”
“Can you teach me?”
“I guess.”
“OK, lie on the ground.”
Peter did as requested. He was still wearing the skirt, leotard, and tights. Olivia looked Peter up and down. The skirt and padded sports bra were doing the trick. It gave Peter the illusion of curves where they should be curves and 'flatness' where they should be flat. Although maybe a couple of extra pairs of padding in his bra and on his ass would probably be better.
“Now what?” Peter asked as Olivia was looking him over.
“OK, bend your knees and put your feet flat on the floor. Your hands by your ears with your palms touching the floor. Now thrust your body up into the air.”
Peter threw himself up.”
“No, no, no. Do it with your feet and hands still touching the ground.
Peter tried again. This time he immediately fell on his side.
Olivia laughed out loud into Peter's face. “Looks like it's ballet class for you.”
“Let me try again!” Peter said exasperated.
Peter tried a second time, this time with Olivia's help to lift him up.
“Better.”
It took a while before Peter's bridge was passable.
“OK, we'll sign you up for gymnastics. Are you sure you don't want to take ballet?”
“No!”
“The next step is to tell mom. You tell her you want to take volleyball and I'll tell her I'm taking gymnastics.”
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