Oh no, Kennedy Escalante was NOT excited about this class. Dance? Really? Gah! The boy was like an eight legged spider with rollerskates on when it came to dancing. He was horrible at it. He couldn't even dance with a broom.

As he entered the Gazebo the fourteen year old's look almost mirrored the professors. He didn't look happy to be here. So why? Why have to torture Kennedy with dancing of all things? "Hello, Professor," he greeted, not even trying to hide his I'm-not-so-happy face. He then went to sit on one of the beanbags and waited for what would be a lesson to remember.