Whatever comes...

So, I came last night to class in the last moment totally angry. I came right aways from work. There was someone new who "did me a favoure" and let me out. Just came for a try, so she try to show how crazy she is. I had to run for I won't late because of her, and that didn't help much. Last moment, hardly could change clothes before the class has started (what a luck that I brought the flamenco clothes and shoes to work), and like this isn't enough - just ran aways from one @#$#$ in a will to take a breath, and another @#$% came for a visit. Yeah, the one who stole my original bata de cola. I guess I know who invited her (the "smart" girl who doesn't want to see flamenco or buy cflamenco but she comes to classes). Near her was a bit of place to put my stuff, but if I would get near her - she was dead. After I was finally in my flamenco skirt - one of the girl from the medium level started to "bark" at me cause she need her clothes, nevermind that I just wanna take my shoes and my class is about to start (without me?). At least the @#$% left when the farruca class has started. The guitar player was too after too long (I think) that he wasn't there. We started warming. I usually good in the start, but I was still so nervous and Neta has started some new things. It took me a little while to understand what's going on. We started with the hands and when I thought I start to get it - we moved to feet warming. My friend came for her favorite kind of warming... And if I thought for a moment that the hand part was confusing - I got it much harder in the feet. And the hard part of feet became later evening to a part of the farruca. Neta told us that one of the steps remind her something that she saw in YouTube, a funny video of a cat. The messy girl knows it as well. She thought it mean she can do some mess again (although that with we talk about her - she was pretty quiet last night). And we danced. I asked my friend about a hair clips that she came with (again) and looks really cute in my eyes. She said she got it in Sevilla un a funny price. Oh dear... I shouldn't have ask. All I really "needed" now was a reminder for a little dream I have which haven't come true yet... We did it once from the start to the end. I remembered a lot of it, but looks like I forgot some. Second time - we danced with some brakes. We don't have a song that we work with, so we deffently work with the guitar player from the real start of music of the farruca. As far as he wasn't for few weeks and we worked on few more steps when he wasn't around (and he forget things too if he doesn't do it for too long) - he recorded the music he played with our steps. The brakes were because of some moments it was less than perfect. In one of the brakes I noticed a susspicius sound from outside. No, it wasn't the husband of the fat woman. It was the rain that just started. She probably came alone cause he didn't look at us all evening and it didn't look like he came to take her. Still someone else came to look at us for a short while. And how lucky I am - when class was over - so did the rain.