One more day for the bata

Two different classes instead of two that gone. The first was Tuesday's medium level. Only two fellows came. From the bata's class - I came almost in the last moment and still the first one. I was a bit afraid to be the only one cause I don't remember all well enough for doing it alone. I went to change. When I came back - the daughter and the fat woman were there. At least I won't be alone... And a girl who usually comes to the farruca' classes, but didn't come to the last class. When the bata class almost started - my friend and the nice one came. My friend changed a bag - a thing that made her forget to bring her flamenco shoes. Poor thing - in the end she danced in her high heel boots which made it difficult to her. We started to warm our hands. When we moved to batas - the girl from the farruca class got to wear the one of Neta most of the time. It was weird to see Neta's bata on someone else. Still - for the first time she ever danced in a bata de cola (this time was her first) - she did it pretty well and received many complements. The "smart" one came in the middle of the bata's warming. This time I didn't have to say a thing about the space (which I didn't have). I hate to say it, but it was mostly the nice one who didn't give me. Neta tried to convince her to give space. I noticed only the un-space that I have, but Neta said that this girl go around and pull everyone. Later on - she stepped on my bata. Nice or not - the first thing I did was trying to protect my bata - no matter who will fall because of it. I pulled it. No one fell and no more steps on my bata till end of class. Still she wasn't the only one - the "smart" one didn't give much space. While really dancing - I asked them to give some space. The nice one pulled off her bata and went out for few moments, came back to dance again. For fixing us - Neta asked her bata again. Although the girl who was wearing it did well for the first time - something there got torn. And one of my favorite parts in this caña received attention - the "torrero" part. Look at the bull! He's there! I will never go to see a real bull' fight, but when in a flamenco' dance the movement of the red fabric in the front of the bull - it looks so beautiful to my eyes (and fun for making). Since the second time that we really danced - the girl from the farruca class sat down. I tohught it's fine, after all it's new to her and it is a very difficult dance (and we already have a lot of it). And she sat there inside the studio without a try to disturb. My friend didn't like it. Neta told her most of what was on my mind - she doesn't know it and she still there - it's a bit too much to ask her doing it with us, so nothing wrong if she sits. I was happy that the husband of the fat woman didn't look at us all class. Unlike the girl from the farruca class - he never do it for learning and always do it like Peeping Tom instead of coming into the studio. The happiness wasn't in it place - while I was pulling back my bata to the bag and wearing my jeans - he was near the window (at my side cause his fat wife was near me) and I don't know how much did he see. It took some time till I saw them leaving and I could change my shirt as well. This time I left with most of girls....