Lisa was leaning against the car window, holding on her luggage as Marge was driving. After a few moments, Lisa's eyes fluttered open and looked at her mom through the rear mirror.

"Mom, where are we going? What time is it?" Lisa said as she straightened herself.

"Sweetie remember you're going to ballet bootcamp and stay there for a couple weeks that can help with your gym class. We supposed to be there at 8:30 am, right now it is 7:30 am," Marge replied, keeping her eyes on the road.

"What ballet boot camp?" Lisa's eyes widen.

"Lisa, the ballet boot camp is at a different dance studio called Chazwick Ballet Center. It's where you taking ballet courses but no smoking this time, they will look after you and I swear it will be less intense than the classes you've taken at Chazz Busby's Ballet Academy," Marge explained.

"But Mom, I can't stay there at the bootcamp. Please can we turn back and go home?" Lisa tried to think of an excuse to get her mom to change her mind about bootcamp. "It is much easier if I can stretch and do yoga and meditation at home instead"

"No Lisa, you need this to pass your gym classes. I don't think you wouldn't want to have a bad grade and repeat gym. I know how picky you are with your grades"

Lisa looked away from her mom. She heard loud thunder and heavy rain dripping down from the car windows. Marge reached over and turned on her windshield wipers. Suddenly, Marge startled at a sudden, loud noise of horn behind her and struggled to stay on her lane. As she watched the road, a truck sped up and drove in front of her.

"Mom, let's just go-" Lisa said.

"No, Lisa I've done arguing with you about this. You're staying at the bootcamp that's final. Be quiet, I'm driving," Marge shouted.

A couple hours later, Marge parked the car in front of the Chazwick Ballet Center and stopped the engine.

Marge and Lisa got out of the car and walked inside of the Chazwick Ballet Center. The Chazwick Ballet Center looked grey and plain looking on the inside not a fancy studio as Chazz Busby's studio. It was more industrial building. It lowered Lisa's nerves alittle.

"Mom is probably right, the ballet training at this camp won't be bad," Lisa said, feeling hopeful. Marge nodded.

They walked towards the receptionist and showed her a registration paper. The receptionist grabbed the paper and searched for the room keys.

The janitor walked through the doorway with a trashbag, not noticing the nails were sticking out of the door frame. The trashbag got stuck on the nails. The janitor pulled the trashbag through the doorway. The trashbag tore open. Garbage was splattered everywhere on the floor; Empty cans, dirt, food wrappers, blood stained pointe shoes and ballet slippers. Lisa and Marge watched in shock.

Lisa turned to exit the building. Marge quickly grabbed her arm and turned her towards the front desk.

"Lisa, your staying here. It's the only way to pass your gym class," Marge said, firmly.

The receptionist finally found the key and handed the key to Marge.

"Here's the room key. Lisa, your roommate's name is Lily. Your room is the first floor upstairs, the third door to your right. My name is Angela. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns," the receptionist said.

Angela stomped her feet and walked towards the janitor.

"Nice job, Jack. You almost scared them away. I'll get the mop and broom for you" Angela angrily said.

"Sorry Angela," Jack said, looking down.

"Lisa, I almost forgot to tell you. Class is already started. You won't be able to unpack your things until after class" Angela said. Lisa winced.

"Lisa, you behave and do whatever the teacher tells you to do. Please don't smoke," Marge said. Marge handed Lisa her room key and walked out of the Chazwick Ballet Center.

Lisa passed by the front desk and went upstairs into her room. She put her luggage on the empty bed in her room. Lisa changed into her ballet uniform. She walked out of her room and went downstairs.

She hears the pianist playing as she walked towards the door.

Lisa walked slowly into the studio. The class has already started to doing warm-ups at the barre.

"Make sure, you're stay straight all the way down when you do your grand plie," The teacher said.

Lisa recognized the voice. Lisa looked straight at the teacher. He had the same scary brown eyes, beard and same gray hair. Lisa froze with shock and fear as she recognized the man as Chazz Busby.

Chazz smirked and stared at Lisa.

"Well, Lisa. I'll show you that you can't take down ballet," Chazz thought, darkly.