Salsa all the way...

Let me salsa

My friend and I , set out for a fun time. She looked at my sneakers and screamed at me. 'Sneakers not allowed!'. Suddenly it came
to me, like voices from the past. We were going to a dance club and that was a no-no. We hurried back and made amendments and waited for the bus eagerly. We didnt have to look around like lost sheep to be located by the shepherd, as we had already surveyed the ground. once there, I just showed off my little- dangerous knowledge of tyres parked wrong, to kill the time spent in waiting for the ticket counter to open. Once we were let in, I felt like we were in a dark den, until we saw the instructor practicing her lessons for the class. the dance seemed so lively.
She asked all the students to stand in a line, and showed us the basic step. hmm.. easy I thought. I saw that famous step in many dances, and as I recalled it into action.. the instructor just replied to what was going on in my mind. How did the two count step turn into the three count step. When I learnt it earlier, i seemed to have not noticed the importance of the third tap and this has cost me more than missed steps and instructions from partners too.
the next step, was twirl and then crossbow. Till here it was algebra. and then whatever happened next was all really latin to me.
All I remember form then on, is one of the partners morphing into a scholarly guy making a fun dance into a science of twirls measuring to one and athird count and such ununderstandable jargon, which could only be suppressed by faking of comprehension.
And towards the cool-off time, I saw my friend dancing, she seemed like a doll gliding so smoothly, with ease . The steps which seemed so simple when learnt discretely seemed so like part of a meticulouslyly woven lace work.