“Ideally you learn how the rhythm of the body works when you have someone to mirror the moves with you.” I mean, who doesn’t want to learn to salsa…” My voice peters out and I sigh as I realize I’m rambling. Normally my roommate would jump at the chance to do this, but well, she’s got this new boyfriend. Even the teacher doesn’t want to dance with me.Ī group of people standing next to a refreshment table a few feet over swivel their heads as his voice carries over to them. I might be able to jump in and dance with you, but I’m usually too busy.” “Typically, it works best if you have a partner. “Is that okay?”Ī doubtful look crosses his face. “Um, yes,” I say, forcing conviction and confidence into my voice. “Alone?” I can hear the surprise in his tone. He looks up from his clipboard and brushes his gaze over me. I catch a small white nametag pinned to his shirt that reads Ricardo, Dance Instructor. Dark gelled hair is brushed straight up from his forehead, and there might be the sparkle of shimmery eye shadow on his lids. He’s sitting at a small table in the corner, next to the sound system. My eyes scan the space and land on a tall, thin male wearing super tight black pants and a red sequined shirt. It’s a large square-shaped room with a sound system in the corner and an entire wall covered in mirrors. I make a mental note to take a selfie and send it to him later. I’m tempted to text He-Man and tell him what I’m doing, to see if he’d be proud of me for coming alone.
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