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Originally Posted by Kev F Both Lory and I were told off ... |
I have to paint the picture here... there was Kev and I dressed for a Friday night out
(me in a dress) and suddenly we were standing there in our
socks, which at the time, for some reason, I found extremely amusing.
We started off by simply moving our heads, then our hands, arms, toes, hips, chests and knees (FLEXION KEVIN,
MORE FLEXION,
MORE FLEXION..MORE MORE MORE!! 
) then we had to do bizarre movements, which culminated in us walking round the room, resembling a load of chickens.. to top it off, the music suddenly broke into cuckoo noises
.. which nearly finished me off completely.
We then progressed into the larger hall and was allowed to put our shoes back on and pair up. We had a few minutes where Pablo came round to us individually and placed each couple into the close embrace, he checked everything and gave personal pointers.
Then we swapped partners and we had to spend a whole track walking round the room, no touching allowed but instead, maintaining the same distance and looking/glaring into our partners eyes, which is quite disconcerting if you've never even met the person before.
Pablo pulled to few ladies out individually to demonstrate things, I was one of the 'lucky' ones, I had to follow his body movements, but not look at his body, just into his eyes (I'm not sure if he was boss eyed but I could swear
he was staring at my boobs
) At which point I giggled and yes, I got told off again!
He asked, are you laughing at me? or dancing with me?
My summing up is, we did 'get it' in the end but I think we could have got 'it' with a lot less of the drama and passion but then again, it's
TANGO
The rest of the evening was lovely, and the lesson seemed to make more and more sense, as the evening went on.
