Many people don’t know this, but I’m silver certified in both Latin & Standard dance.
Anyway, because of this pairing up in dance class was hard. I told myself it was because the guys were shallow, but looking back, I realize it was probably because of Charlie.
Actually I’m pretty sure it was because of Charlie.
HOWEVER this did not stop me from entering a rumba contest! The rumba is known as the dance of love. I don’t know why. It hurts like Hades to do.
However I’m always up for a challenge and I feel it a crime to hide the world from my bota fogos!
Also, it was assigned.
The teacher lined us up in rows, girls on one side, and boys on the other, gave us numbers, and randomly matched us.When they got to the best dancer in the class, MY NAME WAS CALLED!! He went like this:
Of course when I saw that, I went like this:So both of us were like this:We got an hour of classtime to practice. It went real well.Oh yes. He was one of those dancers.
That hour was like slitting my wrists and doing pushups in the Great Salt Lake. I had had enough. I didn’t care if I flunked the class. I was outta there.However I have a lot of stamina and determination and felt I should continue on!
The next few days, I was on FIRE.
I got new dancing shoes. I practiced in front of the mirror.I went to a dance lab with my partner and practiced for HOURS and lost my favorite earring (and no, he didn’t tell me I was New Yorkering around with only one earring in.)
That might have been…a little different than…what…actually happened.
And I got an A in the class.
And the reese’s wasn’t bad I guess.