Watched again in the bata class

After the the speech - I will go back to the ordinary posts. Last night at the beginners the girl who I thought that came for other girls sat. Looks like we're getting used to each other, but I didn't feel like ask her why doesn't she dance. The daughter came not much after me. Between classes - some more came and I found out the reason for the sitting: she came sick and wasn't in a condition.... At warming my friend came as well - right for the moment to get into the batas. Only the red head was missing. I have some ideas for reasons. A lot of practice, include some new things. When we really dance I missed few little parts, but it wasn't terrible. The bad things came from second time and from other reasons. I was at second line and again in one part of giving the back to mirror - others came too close to the back wall and I didn't have much space to move. Later on the daughter stepped by mistake on the bata of my friend and fell down really hard. We started again. After that - because of the "big" space I had - I started to get a little mess with my own bata. I couldn't move it for the right place, too much fabric around me - I stepped on my on bata. The good thing was that I saw it happen and because of the fabric of my bata is so smooth till it was a slip without a big hit. Neta asked what happend today. I said as a joke that I didn't want to leave the daughter alone. Neta started to be afraid that she will have to use her insurance in the end because of the bata classes. We made some more practice. One thing is a bit like a torrero. Neta asked us to give a look to a different place. Because it's like a torrero - we need to think we look at a bull. We risk our lives we don't. The fat woman said it doesn't feel right to her. We need to do it different with the hands cause if it's a torrero - we must do it like a man. I thought she's over react cause even if it's a torrero - we still do it in our batas! Neta didn't say a thing against and gave have an idea what else can she do with the hands. A bit after that - between a bit more of practice and dancing again - I saw that the husband of the fat woman is watching at us again. This time - tried to hide, but instead I saw him and couldn't think normally on the steps I make (with the dangerous bata and the bull). Like it wasn't enough - after a while he started to use a flashlight like in mors. I was happy when it was over. Still - when the class was over - I looked out again to see if here there again. I saw him and I wasn't hurry to change. I hope the happy wife understood the clue when she saw me look out like crazy and stay in the flamenco clothes. It's only a hope and I guess she didn't. Once again I was the last one to stay. My friend said will meet again in the course of next week. Till then - I have this afternoon and a show