It is mid-August. A mother searches “dance classes for kids near me” and taps the three studios at the top of the map. She is looking for a beginner ballet class on a weekday afternoon, photos of children her daughter’s age, and whether anyone has posted since the spring recital. Your teaching is better than the studio she picks. She has no way to know that from a phone.
You know the listing is behind. But you have been running classes, chasing costume orders, and rebuilding the timetable, and the last thing posted to Google was the recital announcement from May. It is the job that never becomes urgent, because no parent ever calls to say she could not find you.
So she enrols at the studio with recent photos and 200 reviews. That is not one term of fees. That is a child who stays until she is sixteen, a younger brother who starts in two years, and a mother who tells the other parents at pickup where her daughter dances.
And when September starts and your beginner class has six in it instead of twelve, the window has already closed. The next real one is January.