Dance Practice

I walk into the warm cafeteria after school.
I see the hardwood stage
with the red velvet curtains shining.
I put on my tan leather jazz boots
and walk up the five steps onto the stage.
The choreographer starts the music
and I get ready to dance.
As I start to dance
I hear the music playing,
the choreographer saying the counts
And the chatter of other rude students in the dance.
As we get into practice,
I start to smell body odor
of those who do not wear deodorant
and the scent of horrible feet odor.
The practice comes to an end
And at 2:30 we hear the loud bell ring.