In the bata

At least this time I got there with no rush. Not all girls of beginners were there, but the man from medium level classes was there and get to practice "alone" aside. In the bata class we were only 5 this time. The daughter and the "smart" one has got into their batas. Me, the nice one and the fat woman got into pants that fit dancing. When our class has started - Neta said that we're not enough in our batas, so she wants all of us inside our batas and practice with it. The "smart" one asked the fat woman if she remembers the new steps. She said "no" in a way that sounds like it really hurt her. We made some old stuff. Two of the beginners were still sitting and looking for a short while. And a new practice that remind me how difficult it could be dancing in those skirts/dresses. I lost the balance once till I almost fell too close to the fat woman. I couldn't do it even once good enough. And getting into practice some steps from our caña. The nice one wanted to get out from her bata cause it's too hard. Neta said that she must stay in the bata, it's hard for her as well. She teach for hours and it's really hard too. Deal with it. And really dance. Only 5 on the studio and all the time I feel that I almost step on the others or that they almost step on me because of no space. Maybe accept the "smart" one who took a long distance from me (and it's better this way). All the time I was looking outside for checking we're not watched. Then working on some new steps. Neta said it's time to move to pants cause we'll do some legs' work and not really working with the batas (yet). The daughter and the "smart" one kept on their batas and held it. I have no idea how didn't they freak out - an air conditioner has been working well and it wasn't enough. And the batas are warm, mostly by dancing. It took me time to change. And in the new confusing steps - the husband started to look at us again. Every time he saw that I look - he got to "hide". Damn! Not only new steps - he's there! Not a chance to get to concentrate. Probably it wasn't only me who couldn't concentrate - Neta looked at all of us and said it's the hour. In the end of class - the others changed, I was waiting. The husband was very close to the window. And after that they (the fat woman and her husband) say he don't disturb this way