One Saturday during mid-afternoon Lara and her father were walking down Steinway Street, and he said, “There’s a ballet school on the 2nd floor of that building, would you like to go watch for a while?” Lara was, of course, ecstatic by his offer and immediately agreed. What she didn’t know was that her father had been to this particular building a few weekends before. They walked into the corner building of Steinway St. and Broadway and began walking up the first flight of stairs. Lara’s eyes widened as she excitedly kept walking, and then another flight of stairs, and another. She soon started wondering, “Wasn’t the ballet sign on the 2nd floor?”
Her father finally approached a door on the 3rd floor, which jingled as it opened, and she soon discovered and said “Dad! This is a Karate school, NOT a ballet school. “Where’s ballet school?” He ignored her and led her to the seats across the room where people were observed, as a class was already in session. She asked again, “Dad?” he responded simply, “Shhhhh! Just watch.” Disappointed and annoyed realizing she had been tricked, she decided to just listen to avoid getting in trouble. The class appeared to be a children’s class, even kids her age were taking the class. As it came to a close, she asked, “Can I try?” Her father immediately brought her to the office to sign up for an introductory class.