I never thought I'd find myself attending a bachata class one day.
It was the first lesson of the dance. It took a lot of footwork to get some of the moves right. I nearly fainted when I saw how professional bachata dancers performed. It was a video that my friend sent to me. Finally I decided because, what have I got to lose?
The nerve-wrecking part for me was being in contact with my dancing partners. Every time we do a set of dance moves, we change partners. When the partner puts his hand around my waist, I get this cringing feeling up my spine. It was so surreal, at first.
It really took me some time before I get the hang of dancing with a partner. At one point, I told the teacher to show me this complex move. What I didn't expect was him pulling me to the front and doing a demo in front of the crowd! And then, there's that moment when I had to be in close contact with him!
In the end, I got used to it and it became no big a deal. I had such a good time, meeting different people (and being made fun of my height because, well. I'm short) of different heights.
After the lesson, there was free style. Music was left turned on, allowing some of the people to continue practicing or doing other dance moves. Two guys including the dance teacher dragged me to the floor and I became a victim of SALSA! I was twirled, dropped (almost), twirled again so much that I nearly lost my balance!
Then, my friend tried to help me out with this complicating footwork because I still sucked at it, no matter how many tries. I bet I have forgotten the moves already. Shame.
PS: My legs didn't ache!
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