| | Yesterday, during my tango lesson, I got maybe closer to movie life than I ever have.
My elegant teacher was showing my a particularly fancy toe twist when....
BOOM!!!
She never flinched, never lost eye contact, finished showing me the move and then shook her head slowly: "Those Ponchos Rojos. (sigh) They're always so dramatic. They've taken the Parlimentary building to demand that Congress makes a decision on autonomy soon. They're setting off dynamite to make people nervous."
Nervous? "Ponchos Rojos? That violent Communist anarchist group that lynched up those four dogs last October and cut their throats to threaten their opponents? The group against the autonomy decision?" Heck, yeah I was nervous.
She sighed politely again. "Yes."
"They're in the Parliment building that's half a block from here?"
BOOM!!!
"Yes. Now take these two steps backwards, dragging your left foot softly behind you..."
"They're throwing dynamite, and we're dancing tango?"
She stopped dancing and looked me straight in the eye. "Cara, when tango stops, everything stops."
BOOM!!! Ba-BOOM!!!
"Now try the Americano and two figure eights with your partner..."
And we danced the night away.
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| | Posted 2/29/2008 12:52 PM - 3 comments
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