Ruby extends her leg towards the ceiling. Point your feet, hold it - seven, eight, and turn! Marcus had come along to support and watch his granddaughter compete with a jazz solo in the minis age division. "Isn't she wearing too much make-up for a little girl?" "I don't know," Kerry shrugs, "I didn't make her wear it, that's on her teacher." She squints a little. Ruby has some lipstick on her single front tooth. It's her first permanent tooth, too. Kerry resists the urge to say something about kids growing up too fast and decides to feel proud instead. She raised this kid. Grandpa Marcus is enthusiastic as ever. It's his first time watching competitive dance. "Wow, all these kids are so small and so talented! When I was that age my greatest talent was making fart noises with my armpit. It might still be, actually!" "Oh, so that's where she got that from." "Wooo! You go, girl!" Marcus scr...