One more evening

This time we meant to move to a former studio for this evening. I was happy for it cause I prefer the former we had than the one we dance in since last year. Both studios are made for the same school, but the older one is bigger, more pleasant and nothing disturbs the mirror. If at least we're back there to one evening.. In the way there I met Ilan and the assistant. They said it's closed there. The assistant went to the way of the studio of this year and the shelter. Ilan and me went to check if after all the place is open. In the way I had the chance to play a bit with a dog. Dogs... They can feel who loves them and this dog pretty jumped on me for a play. The good thing was that I got there early enough for the play without to be late for class. Well, it was close. Ilan and me got back to the studio of this year. It was dark. We went to the shelter. Few girls there from the studio just got out and said it isn't there. The light in the studio of this year got open. Neta was waiting for us. She said that was a problem with the old studio and only now this studio got open for us. She had to cancel the class before us. This time - accept of the start - nothing unusual. The nice one didn't come. The assistant said that she made a try to upload a video to the group and didn't make it. I asked Neta about the video I took on Sunday. Sure, upload! Well, I can't. I took it in her phone.... She said that she should, her head was in other things and forgot about it. At least she called me "a champion" for the videos I take and upload. She said it's great that I do it. Class has started. Moved over with nothing special. Maybe only the fact it starts to be a winter outside. Inside there was the heat of dance. Some girls closed the windows and the door. Too hot... Near the end there came the snobbish woman as we made a practice on our dance. Most went after this class and the other class has started. The assistant stayed with us. We made a lot of practice on buleria. And we learned some new steps. One of steps remind me a taranto that we danced years ago in the former studio. It was in a different version, but a part of it was the same. I remember this step cause I learned it for the taranto a bit after I broke my hand. I don't remember if it was in the class before the plaster has been removed or a bit after, but the fact it was a bit after the hand's braking... It was pretty scary for me. The memory of braking the hand was too fresh. I thought I'm about to brake an ankle because of this step. Now after enough years I'm not afraid anymore to do it. It's easier now. The only problem was that we made a long practice on it and it made a little push on my left leg. I have something mysterious in my leg that isn't clear what it is and how to handle. It became a bit painful now because of this step. I still could dance, I wasn't afraid but I could do it better if I didn't feel the pain from some point. And we sat to listen a solea. We have been asked to take out the pieces of paper with the words of this solea. I wasn't read and left mine at home. Ilan is really cute. He saw I'm without the words and without I will ask him - he shared his piece of paper with me till we finished this part. And for the end - we made a little practice on the solea and the new steps. The new steps can fit solea as well. I took a video, but it was hard. The snobbish danced all around and I needed to checj how to make it without she will hide Neta. After I saw it - I made it. When class over - Neta showed us a flyer that one of the beginners gave her. The beginner received it in a workshop she went to last Friday. The flyer... Another flamenco teacher in Tel Aviv made a try to steal her for the beginner will learn from her instead of Neta