DANCING JAZZY

Once upon a time there was a little girl born to be a ballerina. Jazzy she wanted to be called. She put on the tutu and slippers and twirling like a top.
She heard something in the distance.
Click,Click,Click.
"What is that sound"?
"Those tapping kids" Judy whined.
Jazzy really liked that sound.
Jazzy got to trade her slippers and tutu for the tap shoes and the sparkly red hat.
"Jazzy"
"We can not pay for dancing school." Said her Dad.
Know not to ask.
Jazzy would never know if that was her destiny.
"Always a shelf life" Jazzy sighed.