Eh. Amy had thought the dance lessons were a joke, but it seemed not. Which was good, because Amy liked dancing, but it was also bad because Amy had wild arms and at times two left feet. Still, she'd come prepared, leg warmers over her jazz trainers and her hair piled up into a messy bun at the back of her head. She didn't have her tracksuit on, but had brought it in her satchel.

Well...this is nice, Amy thought doubtfully, walking inside the gazebo she'd been in days ago grooving with Nessie, and now it was a dance room. She plopped down onto a beanbag, folding her legs and relaxing back. Oh wait, there was something to do...

Oh yeah

Good morning uhm...professor