The student has something to say.
And the whole school needs to hear it.
We go to look for our classmates in the corridor, the teachers arrive… In Cannes (Alpes-Maritimes), in the prestigious dance training center, no one understands what is happening.
In front of the assembly – around thirty people – the teenager takes a letter out of his pocket and reads it aloud.
In a few seconds, discomfort sets in, faces freeze, students in tears leave the room.
Without holding back, Mathieu
(first name has been changed)
accuses one of the directors, Bruno Vandelli, whose name the school bears, straight in the eye.
He mentions a shower of “perverted” text messages and the training sessions where the choreographer allegedly rubbed his penis against him.
“He told him that he had broken the child he was,” remembers a teacher, present that day, at the beginning of December.
All the respect I had for Bruno Vandelli was gone in the blink of an eye.
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