A gale-force storm is howling outside the International Ballet Academy in suburban Seattle. Inside, where faculty member Stephanie Saland is teaching an intermediate class, there's far less energy.
Saland, gamine-like at 64, urges the 10 self-conscious teenage girls to flap their arms and growl like animals. "Please, get goofy on me!" she laughs. "It's only a ballet class!"
Slowly the girls let go of some of their inhibitions and move with more abandon. "That's a start," Saland says, laughing.
Watching her, you get the feeling that if Saland could meld minds with these girls, like Star Trek's Spock, she'd pour everything she knows into them, about ballet and about life itself.