Dance class again last night. A new instructor, in her twenties: picture Bambi made human, female, and Latin. Technically excellent, I like her strategy, but she talks a little too much. Afterwards, we went downstairs to the bar, and practiced our own routines: definite improvement already. I’m enjoying it, particularly, the first few combinations.
Later, we sat out a few dances, and, like everyone else in the bar, watched the floor, which was empty except for a couple we had never seen before. Both were slim and very tall - six foot six or more. He wore a pale suit, and she a velvety-black one-piece that appeared at first to be an evening dress, but in fact had very baggy trouser legs. Dancing mostly with eyes shut, they moved in perfect sympathy and with great flair: even a simple walk became extraordinary with their embellishments.
Usually, they stayed in close embrace, heads inclined together. She would stroke his neck very lightly, and smile as he led her into extraordinary figures. Still with eyes closed, he would smile back as she followed him perfectly; without hesitation. Sometimes, they would improvise… magical, beautiful.