Epilogue
“And one more, legs high, and okay, you can go change now, guys,” Arkady says, dismissing his class.
He’s been teaching his own dance classes for a month now. It’d taken him almost a year to get all the qualifications he’d needed, and then to find a private dance school that was looking for a teacher and didn’t mind that he was gay and disabled.
It had taken work, but finally, he found the right place, and now he teaches nine to eleven year olds three days a week, and a day of more advanced class for twelve to fifteen year olds. He’s really enjoying it. It’s been worth the hard work to get to this point, and he’s had a lot of encouragement along the way.
Arkady says goodbye to all his students and tidies up, smiling when he sees Cade coming through the door to the studio in th
