Dancing in Valkenswaard
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janestarzToday we had a customer for a new pair of men's shoes and I overheard Willemijn talking to him. She was a little torn between going to his dancing school this week or next for a try-out. She had told the customer she didn't dance because she didn't have a partner, and he replied that he had a starting course where one of the men was without a dancing partner.
Since I had not much more to do than sit in my room and mope, I asked if I could come along.
After a rather hurried dinner, we dressed up. It would not do to come to dancing lesson in jeans and without proper shoes, Willemijn said, and that convinced me to dress up as well. A pair of pantyhose, my purple dress I made in school and I asked Willemijn which shoes I should wear. She pointed out my grey boots, which have a pretty high heel.
I was a little sceptical I would be allowed to actually dance as I was just tagging along, but I dropped a hint with the lady from administration (okay, telling her I had danced until Gold-Advanced was maybe a little presumtious) and she said she'd look if one of the men would dance with me.
Willemijn was (of course) the only girl in proper dancing shoes, bringing not one but two pairs for the lesson. Her new partner was smooth and danced well, and with her shoes and experience and his straight posture they made a pretty pair. The lesson started with a Quickstep and continued with a break for the beginners to make room for the advanced class that would use the same floor -- which was a little weird -- and after they were done with their dance they did an English Waltz.
After the English Waltz a man appeared at my side and asked me to dance. The advanced class spun away in a Quickstep and after a quick check which foot to start with (the right, for the lady) we were off to a flying start. Harm, as the man was called, quickly noticed I could keep up well enough and spun me into a right-turn. Soon after, a left-turn followed and although there were some quirks in his steps (a side-step that I had not yet learned after a right-turn!) I caught on quickly enough. As the next song started up, we launched into a jive. I haven't danced a jive in years, not liking the quick pace, but as he lifted his left hand I spun away and my arm followed with the proper movement. Muscle memory! I love it!
At half past ten it was high time to call it a night, and I asked the lady from administration what to do next, as Wednesday is my usual school night. She might have another partner from Mierlo that might be interested in dancing with me on a Tuesday night and that would also mean a carpool or perhaps a floor closer to home.
I had a great time dancing for the first time in twelve years, and remembering most of my steps even. I bet even the cha-cha which I never bothered to dance after I quit, will come back to me soon enough, and I am sure I can still do a rumba, samba and paso doble without trouble. Harm was pleased, in any case; I had a spin on the floor, he could practice with a partner that would force him to keep a straight back.
I love how the dance school owners are really taking trouble to find the lonely girls a partner, it means more paying customers but somehow the teacher at my old dance school never bothered to go that distance for me.
It's a good thing I never threw my dancing shoes away...
Since I had not much more to do than sit in my room and mope, I asked if I could come along.
After a rather hurried dinner, we dressed up. It would not do to come to dancing lesson in jeans and without proper shoes, Willemijn said, and that convinced me to dress up as well. A pair of pantyhose, my purple dress I made in school and I asked Willemijn which shoes I should wear. She pointed out my grey boots, which have a pretty high heel.
I was a little sceptical I would be allowed to actually dance as I was just tagging along, but I dropped a hint with the lady from administration (okay, telling her I had danced until Gold-Advanced was maybe a little presumtious) and she said she'd look if one of the men would dance with me.
Willemijn was (of course) the only girl in proper dancing shoes, bringing not one but two pairs for the lesson. Her new partner was smooth and danced well, and with her shoes and experience and his straight posture they made a pretty pair. The lesson started with a Quickstep and continued with a break for the beginners to make room for the advanced class that would use the same floor -- which was a little weird -- and after they were done with their dance they did an English Waltz.
After the English Waltz a man appeared at my side and asked me to dance. The advanced class spun away in a Quickstep and after a quick check which foot to start with (the right, for the lady) we were off to a flying start. Harm, as the man was called, quickly noticed I could keep up well enough and spun me into a right-turn. Soon after, a left-turn followed and although there were some quirks in his steps (a side-step that I had not yet learned after a right-turn!) I caught on quickly enough. As the next song started up, we launched into a jive. I haven't danced a jive in years, not liking the quick pace, but as he lifted his left hand I spun away and my arm followed with the proper movement. Muscle memory! I love it!
At half past ten it was high time to call it a night, and I asked the lady from administration what to do next, as Wednesday is my usual school night. She might have another partner from Mierlo that might be interested in dancing with me on a Tuesday night and that would also mean a carpool or perhaps a floor closer to home.
I had a great time dancing for the first time in twelve years, and remembering most of my steps even. I bet even the cha-cha which I never bothered to dance after I quit, will come back to me soon enough, and I am sure I can still do a rumba, samba and paso doble without trouble. Harm was pleased, in any case; I had a spin on the floor, he could practice with a partner that would force him to keep a straight back.
I love how the dance school owners are really taking trouble to find the lonely girls a partner, it means more paying customers but somehow the teacher at my old dance school never bothered to go that distance for me.
It's a good thing I never threw my dancing shoes away...
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Date: 2013-03-07 05:08 pm (UTC)Ik hoop met je mee dat je er een vaste prik in de week van kan maken.
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Date: 2013-03-07 09:31 pm (UTC)Hoef je niet meer naar de sportschool *wink*
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