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this really funky remix where all the girls were meant to be rich and the boys broke into our mansion to steal our money, except then we girls turned into monsters and scared them off.
    There were all these cool hand clap rhythms, which Jay told us was our chance to ‘really hit it’, and the song had a soft, constant drum-beat that set the pace.
    It was quite scary-sounding and there were lots of creepy sound effects like tap drips and echoes and electric guitar riffs. ‘Use all thesesounds to get into monster mode,’ Jay told us. ‘Own the sounds, the creepiness.’
    It was crazy fun. The dance was a softer style of hip hop with lots of pauses for effect. Sometimes it even seemed a little contemporary with strange body shapes and stilted movements.
    Tove was really funny when she first tried to be a monster.
    â€˜You look like a chicken coming out of its egg, not a zombie lady who wants revenge,’ I said.
    â€˜I’m so embarrassed,’ said Tove. ‘How do I act all dead and angry? I’ve never been dead before.’
    â€˜Just think of how you feel when Miss Caroline makes us go over a dance for the hundredth time because one person is behind the beat,’ I said.
    Jay taught us the whole dance in the firstrehearsal, except for a sequence at the end. It wasn’t as tough as it had sounded because there were sections where the boys danced for 32 counts while we were offstage, and then we came on and danced for 32 while they had to pretend to be scared and hide.
    There was also partner work towards the end. I was put with the boy we’d met at the start. His name was Benji.
    At first I felt a bit shy but he was a really good partner, even if sometimes his back was kinda stiff – unlike poor Tove who kept bumping into her partner and scowling at him.
    â€˜You’re really good!’ said Benji. ‘Where do you dance?’
    â€˜At Silver Shoes,’ I said.
    â€˜Oh yeah, I know someone from there,’ he said.
    â€˜Who?’ I said.
    He went a bit pink. ‘Never mind,’ he said.
    â€˜Do you dance other styles?’ I asked, trying to make him feel comfortable.
    Benji went pinker. ‘Oh yeah, a few,’ he said. ‘Hey, you wanna go over that last eight count?’
    I knew well enough when someone doesn’t want to talk.
    â€˜Sure,’ I said.
    When we’d finished rehearsing I was exhausted! The ground wasn’t sprung floor-boards like at Silver Shoes and my bare feet didn’t exactly provide a lot of padding.
    But still, I felt right at home, and I knew if I wanted to keep the feeling going, there was one thing I really had to do:
    I had to ask Mum about new shoes.

Chapter Twelve
    Mum was in the kitchen, chopping up carrots. I say chopping, but she was more hacking at them while reading something written in a notebook.
    â€˜You’ll chop off your finger,’ I said.
    â€˜Hmm?’ she said.
    â€˜You’ll cut your finger,’ I said.
    â€˜Oh,’ said Mum. ‘Bit of extra flavour. I’m doing a roast. Aunty Liz gave me this cutof lamb. The butcher gave her extra.’
    â€˜Did you have a good day?’ I asked, picking up a potato and cutting it into cubes. Mum and Dad like them cut in half but there’s this special spice Bridget puts on the potatoes and it tastes better when they’re in cubes.
    â€˜What? Oh it was okay. Busy. Be careful with that knife.’
    â€˜It’s nice you’re making dinner,’ I said.
    Mum looked up for a second. ‘Yes, well, I feel a bit bad sometimes, leaving you girls to fend for yourselves. It will be lovely to have a good family meal.’
    Bridget came in then.
    â€˜You’ll cut your finger,’ she said to Mum, who was still mutilating the carrots.
    â€˜Oh stop fussing,’ said Mum. ‘Did you have a good day? Not seeing Brimax tonight?’
    â€˜He’s at some hip hop thing,’ Bridget