"Let's not think it's Howard's ghost of Mr.
Senetsky again," she pleaded.
Cinnamon thought a moment. Rose was coming
along with Steven.
"Don't say anything to Rose just yet. She's
spooked enough by what we found last night." We agreed and went on to our vocal class. Mr.
Littleton had decided to turn us into a little chorus.
with Ice, of course, singing lead. We had an
opportunity to really hear her vocalize, and all of us.
even Howard, were very impressed.
Later, when we confronted each other in dance
class in our dance costumes. Steven took a lot of
ribbing from Howard, who baptized him Mr.
Toothpick Legs. Mr. Demetrius employed Rose as his
assistant to help us develop fundamental moves and
exercises. She truly had a striking figure, and moved
with such grace and east, she was inspiring to watch
and to try to emulate. She seemed made of rubber,
able to turn, twist and mo
ve in defiance of gravity
itself.
While we were working in the studio.
Cinnamon nudged me and nodded toward the
doorway.
There, apparently observing us for some time.
was Edmond Senetsky. Rose saw that we were
looking behind her and turned and saw him there as
well. She suddenly became very nervous. A moment
later, he was gone. She looked back at us and then
caught Howard gazing at her, a big fat Cheshire cat