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fine.’
    â€˜We’ll be rehearsing the Sundays leading up to it,’ Jay said. ‘Maybe extra if we need to.’
    â€˜Is there a cost involved?’ I asked.
    â€˜Nah,’ said Jay. ‘You just gotta turn up and show me what you got.’
    â€˜Okay,’ I said, ‘sounds good.’
    â€˜Good?’ said Jay.
    â€˜It sounds exciting!’ I said.
    â€˜I’ll ask my mum and let you know tomorrow when I’m here for jazz. Will you be around?’ asked Tove.
    â€˜I’m always around,’ said Jay. ‘Miss Caroline won’t let me leave.’
    â€˜Cool,’ said Tove. ‘See ya then.’
    â€˜See ya,’ said Jay to her flying braids as she ran out the door. He turned to me. ‘You in, AshFunK?’
    â€˜Definitely,’ I said.
    â€˜That’s the way,’ said Jay. ‘But, Ash? You gotta get some new kicks.’
    â€˜Kicks?’
    â€˜Shoes,’ said Jay. ‘You gotta work some funky high tops.’ He pointed at my torn, dirtyChucks in the corner. ‘I think they’ve danced their last step. Those babies are done.’
    â€˜No problem,’ I said. ‘I’ll see what I can come up with.’
    I knew what I would come up with. Nothing. Or a pair of Bridget’s old, dirty netball sneakers.
    Unless, of course, I won the Danceworks comp.
    But I’d deal with that later. Because:
    I had a crew!
    I was going to dance in a hip hop competition!
    A lack of shoes wasn’t going to hold me back!

Chapter Eleven
    The community centre looked like an elephant had trodden on it and there was faded graffiti all over the walls.
    â€˜Nice place,’ Tove said, grimacing.
    â€˜Guess we’ll soon find out,’ I said.
    Inside, it smelled like disinfectant and the corner of our garage where the rain leaked onto the old carpet.
    â€˜You here for the hip hop rehearsal?’ asked aboy, appearing round the corner of a hallway that led off into dark, smelly depths.
    â€˜Uhhhh … yes?’ said Tove. She was totally out of her element.
    â€˜Cool, down here,’ said the boy. He opened a door to our right.
    I watched as he walked ahead of us. ‘Do I know you from somewhere?’ I asked.
    He flicked his eyes at me but kept walking. ‘Don’t think so,’ he said. ‘Come on.’
    There were some steps that led down into a  basement space. The walls were draped with  curtains and there were milk crates everywhere, and movable flats. They had reflective vinyl sheets on them so they looked like mirrors.
    Apart from the boy, there were about ten other kids, mostly around our age.
    I quickly looked around. Phew. Some of the kids weren’t wearing shoes. I wouldn’t beeither, because, well, I didn’t have any. I was just going to use the excuse that I forgot, but I  thought that if some of the others weren’t wearing shoes, maybe it wouldn’t matter.
    At least until the performance. But hopefully I’d be rolling in my own Danceworks Freestyle hip hop range by then.
    When everyone was inside, sitting around on the crates, Jay did his thing.
    â€˜Welcome to my palace,’ he said. ‘Thank you for coming!’
    It was a bit weird to see him outside of the Silver Shoes studios, even though he was still teaching us dance, like normal. He looked too clean and proper to be hanging out in a basement, although his friendly eyes and super smile were still the same.
    â€˜This is my boy Ryan,’ Jay clapped hands with a tall guy next to him, who I think I’d seen at the fundraiser event. ‘We’re gonna puttogether the best dance ever for this festival. We’re closing the show, it’s gonna be tight, it’s gonna be crazy, it’s gonna be fun! Who’s ready?’
    Everyone cheered, except Tove, who kind of squeaked.
    The song Jay had picked was called ‘Son of a Gun’ by Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott. It  was