Tonight was our last practice. We were greeted by an officer taking notes from a child and basically quite freaked at what was happening and why it was right inside the dance studio doors.
We know for sure they weren’t there to arrest us for bad dance moves. However the cop talking to a woman at the other door to the studio also had a clear view of our room…and he was doing everything in his power to try to un-see what he was watching: middle-aged women and our dancing daughters.
By the time we were done both officers were gone. One car remained at the studio. Friend and I are convinced they went somewhere for a cold one to discuss that cartwheel we did.