I came late to the Mariachi night. There was a wall of spare ladies I did not know, the dancefloor was sparsley populated, the music was slow and latin, music for real dancers. For a guy who feels most at home in action and claims he is "best seen as a blur" this put me straight into the fear zone. Some of the unknown ladies are bound to be real dancers, others are going to be in the unfamiliar and insecure zone too. Watch and learn would be the best strategy, but there are ladies that want to dance.
So it is onto the floor, knowing I am not up to standard, with nowhere to hide, with a wall of ladies spectating. Worse still there is no need for slow motion replays to reveal the faults, the dance is slow motion anyway.
Much of the music, to me, calls for UCP, and extravagant laybacks, and you cannot dance like that with unknown partners, nor did I feel comfortable trying to form dance relationships when there were obviously so many ladies waiting for a dance. Decades of dance experience did not save me from nerves. Despite this I enjoyed, and, thankfully, some of my partners appeared to enjoy too.
One tries, one hopes to improve.
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