End of Tuesday

I hate to write this time, but I have to tell what happened (which is the reason for my torture this time). When I get to class I could take my time with changing my clothes. The one from Jerusalem was already there. I could see the end of class of medium level (only three of them were there). They were tired but made a try. Two kids looked from outside, one of them clapped his hands when the fellows finished to dance. Neta went out for a moment and I told the fellows that they didn't notice the kids who looked like they love what they see. The assistant of Neta is in this class and was happy to know that they have some fans. When Neta got back - we stood up, I stood for being ready for a dance, the other one... She asked Neta if she saw her e-mail. Neta said she did. Well - it has a deep connection to me as well. Neta told me that the other one won't be able to come anymore to those classes till end of year, at least most of times. That mean - we have this evening, that's it. I knew it could happen, but I didn't want to believe. I didn't say a word. If I'll behave like I didn't hear it - could we still keep this class? For a start - let's sit and listen to music. We listened to tango (I mean - flamenco in a palo of tango) and made the palmas. The girl from Haifa came. She sat behind us for a start for shoes' changing, after - sitting with us for palmas. Neta asked her if she reconize the palo. As far as she wasn't there for a long time it was easy to confuse her. In the end she's been told. The one from Jerusalem told her about the changes with the class that none of us will make her own dance and we'll dance a tango. Ok, no telling it's over... Neta told us a little story about the time she was in the company of Rafael Aguilar. Miguel Angel and Antonio Canales were there too in the same time as the main male dancers. In the travels in Italy they made a lot of palmas in the roads till getting to destinations. It wasn't all story, but the point was that this is the way to feel and hear the beat. Listening some more and stopping once again. I can't remember how did it get there, but Neta told the girl from Haifa that she doesn't know what happen. Please don't tell it's over... Neta told about the clothes. I asked her to push the seamstress to make the pants fast. Go on with music. I didn't want the be the cruel one who tells the girl from Haifa that it's over and I still was in denying. Not much after - she's been told in the coldest way - it's the last class. She said "no!" in a shock way and I finally got it. Yeah, it isn't the only class that I take, the other two will go on normally till the end of year, but... This class is important to me as well and I'll miss it. And dancing. I told Neta that I still have the video of the tango in my camera. Neta asked me to bring the camera, but for few steps it wasn't needed. I took my camera and took it back aside fast. And after a little practice - my camera was needed. And we made a lot of practice. And learned a new thing. And mixing it all again. Then Neta asked us to take those things again and mix it again as we please while it fit the rules of flamenco. We were thinking. Well, they probably did. My head got blanc as usual in those situations. After a short while Neta asked if we're ready. She didn't get and answer, so the question has been change to "Orna, are you ready?". No, not really... Neta said she'll give us a time and she got out for a moment. When she got back I asked to be the last one. The girl from Haifa was the first, I was last as I pleased. When it get my turn - I just made the most simple and basic thing for a start (which we didn't practice this time) and made a weird thing with the rest. I got a surprise that the only thing that Neta told me that I should fix was that I need to do it faster. And the girl from Haifa again. She got confuse again and Neta told her that she can do something more simple like I did (the meaning was to the basic thing that I did with no connection for what we have done this time). I said I made it cause I had a "black out". It didn't matter. It was fine. And this kind of practice till the end. In my case - the biggest problem was mostly to make it faster. Once I almost forgot everything and Neta remind me which part (NOT the steps, just a part that can come in many different ways). In the last time it was a bit more and I wanted to get in with something too soon. When it was over and we changed - Neta said that she have in her car some sketches of the clothes that will come on her name. Three of us came after her to see. The pants had a sketch and as it looks like... I really hope it will be ready for the end of year. It will be great to dance the farruca in it. And most of skirts. Some looked to me nice, but not for me. Others looked to me amazing. I was putting my eyes mostly on one of them. After she showed us - I felt like have to remind her that the pant need to be ready for us. Accept that she had know that I love this model (it's true!). I also said that I really loved also one of the skirts. I didn't have the time to say "but" and the other girls told me as a choir "easy! one by one!". There is a "but" - I bought a new skirt last month. Neta said that she remember I showed her. The other girls hugged her and told her that they will be back to her when they could come back to her. I still have the other classes, so it wasn't needed that I'll do the same. Next class was suppose to be the bata class, but (once again) - I won't be able to come once, and this time - she won't be able to give it anyway. I said "Sunday". The girl from Jerusalem said that I'm lucky that I live close. I guess I am, and it was a bitter sweet end for this class.