Gossip for a rainy day

I have to say that probably it was the most surrealistic class I ever had. When I came I saw no one I know and the gate before the studio was closed. The former studio is in the same are and takes a part in the same school. I went to check if the class is in the old studio. No, it was closed as well. I called Neta. She said that "we are" on the way. She said that some already there. No one I know... The Spanish girl came. Later on I saw Ilan comes. I noticed someone who I see who sitting n the area. When Ilan came - the sitting person came as well. It was the snobbish woman. It wasn't a real "hello" but she did try to have a talk with us. And three fellows from the medium level class. When Neta came (with her assistant and the other old woman) she said she's sorry, she will find a place to hide under the floor. Do we want to dance outside? There was meant to start a new class of beginners before us. Not many from the first place and one has told in the last moment that she won't come. Neta had to cancel this class and forgot to tell the person who take care for the gated in this place that there will be no first class but should take care for this class. He opened the gate for the beginners, saw that no one comes, closed again and went. He's too far to call him again. She asked all of us to put down our bags and we'll start to dance. Oh, did you mean it? Yeah, she did. The nice one came with brand new flamenco shoes and was upset she won't use it yet. I can understand. She showed us her shoes. Beautiful shoes. We stood in a circle outside near the gate, made palmas and Neta made a markaje. Solea por buleria. Then - all of us together. Later on - the same markaje in other palos. Half of us made palmas and others dances just to see and feel how does it go in different palos. We did it on alegria, solea and buleria. Only one of the medium level class girls didn't accept to try. She was wearing elegant clothes that she didn't want to sweat on. We had it for 15-20 minutes and it's over. Ilan has started to talk with the man from medium level class who came to this too. And argue about learning, who's good and the meaning of dancing for real. I was in the side of Ilan. It wasn't only because of friendship - he knows what does talk about when he talks about dancing. The guitar player came. Neta said it's a pity that he didn't come a bit earlier. We told him about the surrealistic thing. There was a talk who will tell my friend NOT to come because she son't have a reason now. The nice one asked Neta about the red head. Neta said that she stopped because of pregnancy and now when the red head took a birth recently - she tell about it. And spreading. I couldn't get my friend on the phone. The guitar player wanted to take Ilan for a talk. Ilan said that he will talk with me for couple more minutes and he will be free. In the end - I went with both of them to a coffee shop nearby. Not many there accept us. We received free little ice' drinks. They said it's great, but I didn't like the taste. I didn't say anything near the workers, but when we were sitting (it's inviting and then sitting there) - I offered them to finish mine. The guitar player had enough in the drink he had. Ilan took mine and finished it. I think it's a better option than to leave it just like that. We receive to the table also chocolate' cookies on the house. Probably because Ilan comes there a lot and now came with two more fellows. We were talking about this weird class, what will happen this year, Einat's show, the argue... And a lot of gossip. Funny how did the flamenco made a community in Israel of lovers. All knows all. I heard what they had to say about some dancers and musicians. Well, the argue has started when this man asked Ilan about an Israeli company that Not Ilan and nor me likes (nice to know that I'm not alone in this). This man said that he needs to learn from a man. Does it matter if the teacher is a man? No, more important who's the teacher and how does the classes go - it could be great women and great men to teach, the sex isn't the important thing in this thing. And now I found out that the guitar player agree with us and have some horrible stories about one of the managers of this company after meeting him few times. We were sitting talking for a quite a long time about flamenco, a lot of gossip and a lot about learning flamenco. In one moment Ilan was talking about castanuelas. I took out one of mine. I'm a bit rusty. The guitar player tried a bit of mine and took out his castanuelas. He play on it great as well. He took it in such a verve till it was possible to hear it all over the coffee shop. He said to the manager there (or at least he looked this way). The worker/manager said it's fine. The palying on it was almost till the end. The guitar player told us about a dancer that she's amazing with castanuelas and we should check on her. He wrote me her name and I will check it. It was really interesting to talk with them and I hardly noticed the time flyby. Of course - I can't tell all we were talking cause people can be hurt - including them. I DON'T write this blog for hurting anyone and I wish to have the option to sit with them again