Everyone was in a hurry! There was no time to lose! The costumes needed to be fitted correctly and safety pins were highly prized. Touch-ups needed to be done almost every second as hot spotlights went through the layers of all the dancers’ make-up.

“My sash! I’m missing my sash!” exclaimed a voice, filled with panic. The beautiful dancer was upset. She had misplaced her long satin sash. “I can’t dance without it! I’ll be the odd one out! What shall I do?” she whined.

At that moment, the dance teacher stepped into the dressing room, waving a sash high in the air. In a shrill voice, the teacher asked whose sash it was.

A smile of gratitude spread across the dancer’s face as she grabbed the sash the teacher was holding. She then went behind the curtains and got into position.

The curtains slowly rose to applause and the dance began. It was beautiful and the panic was over.