in the heat

One more bata class. Between the class of beginners and our class I catch Neta for a little talk. I took today my bata ftom a fixing and by the way I found out that my usual seam stress knows Neta. The seam stress asked me about her and sent regards. Accept that - I found out that yesterday Neta uploaded to facebook a photo of someone who used to be in the studio long time ago as telling about our end of year show of this year. I asked why does a photo of hers - no connection. Neta said it's more for the showing up and it's a happy photo not only of hers. I said that if people will come accept those who we invited - they can look for her and won't understand why doesn't she on stage with us. Neta said that no one knows her and won't reconize if it's her or not on stage. My friend said that Neta should upload a photo of mine. I'm sure that it was a joke, but when I think of it - it has much more sense. After all - I will be there. My friend and the "smart" one has started a conversation about shirts that fit the batas. I told where did I get my new shirt that I was wearing for the first time - a new shirt that I bought to fit more with colors to my bata. Now my friend who came with a very sarcastic mood had a new thing to say. Why didn't I get a shirt with a bit of cleavage, it looks religious. In a moment I will start to spread bags with kosher food....The warming has started while one of the beginners was still there. And practice a lot. When we've been asked to dance all from start I asked if the guitar player wasn't suppose to come. Neta said that he was, but he couldn't. Never mind - he works on the caña for a month, so he will be ready. I said to my friend quietly that I wonder if WE will be ready. First time we danced all - I felt rusty. I missed too many little things. In the other times - less, but still few little mistakes. Near the end we started to work on the bowing down. Funny how a little thing could confuse all. And I will be a sign to one part of it. And try doing it with the back to the mirror. We still could see ourselfs in the windows, a thing that didn't make us less confuse. And till we did it - I got a breeze of the better air conditioner. In this heat outside and with dancing in batas - it needed. There was the option to dance last time all dance with our backs to the mirror, but it was too much. Last time for tonight - still see ourselfs in the mirror