#wherein the writer sits around goofing off rather than posting cause yea... what day is it again?

[lettalady]

Alphabet Soup - D is for Dancing

[ ahaha was anybody going to point out that today is Thursday? Just gonna let me sit here and goof around and possibly not remember to post? ]

#4

     Option A: aimlessly wander while you wait for your friend’s dance class to end so the pair of you can go get dinner. Option B: sit and observe. You choose the latter. It’s summer, and honestly you didn’t wear the right shoes for aimless wandering.

You settle in as everyone pairs off, letting your attention drift over the varied individuals that had signed up for the class – some are clearly couples, some simply friends, some look to be strangers who have only just met and are testing out this common interest. Maybe you should try something similar… or rather, you might if you thought you could make more than one in five classes. Your schedule is too up in the air to commit to anything.

“Excuse me.”

Shit. You’re about to be told you’ve got to move. You start readying yourself for the adventure of finding something to do for the next hour and change, moving your focus to the man that seems to be in charge. Oh, yes, it’s the teacher that your friend has been going on and on about. Cuteness personified. Shame – it would have been nice to watch him wiggle around the room…

“We’re missing a student,” he indicates the rest of the room, his focus still on you. “Mind helping me out?”

“Uh…” You freeze halfway to standing. No? Can you say no without risking getting kicked out?

He scrunches up his face, rearranging his features quickly back to his pleasant smile, “It’s just so I don’t have to break up a pair, leave someone partnerless.”

“I’m… really just here to watch.”

“A quick demonstration.” He holds his hand up to flash you Scouts Honor, “And I’ll release you to the chairs to supervise once more. Promise.”

-

“Loosen up.”

“What?” You’ve been listening to his instruction – that low timbre stream of words that is in such close proximity. You thought his attention had gone elsewhere, around the room to the other students, so you’d let your mind wander as he led the pair of you – stepping with practiced motions – through the couples.

He isn’t supposed to be focusing on you. You’re not a paying student.

“Your hips. Loosen them up.” He releases your hand – the only contact that he’d initiated until now – and drops his hand down to settle on the curve of your hip, guiding your body along with the steps. “And stop trying to lead. That’s my job.”

-

“You should come back next month. Or signup, rather.”

Your friend has paused to change her shoes, so the pair of you are stationary when he pops over to bid you both goodnight. You end up responding over your shoulder at first, then turning to follow him as he keeps moving. “Oh? Am I that bad at waltzing?”

He stutters out a laugh, his cheeks going a bit pink, “No. No. It’s just that – we’ll be moving on to the salsa.”

“Oooooh!” Your friend chirps with excitement.

Well, he’s got one student at least.

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