ALT Background image of a glass door and walls. Text (in a pale grey semi-transparent cloud) The Glass Door Before I knew it, I was crying in front of my entire dance class. Thirty women and two men in neon active wear, staring at me as I tried to explain why I was late. ‘Are you okay?’ a woman with braids asked. ‘The glass door hit me,’ I said, holding my nose. I felt like I was somewhere else. Kayleigh Cassidy copyright.