It ain't over

One more class that I came tired and stressed. This time to the studio of Neta. Almost last moment after a running. The other class was at the end. There was a girl who I think I know without a connection to flamenco, but I wasn't sure it's her. She still new to me and I never saw her before at any studio. The benches were in a different order. I thought of putting my stuff in another place than I usually do. I went near Ilan who accepted to notice for a moment that something happen accept class. In a second thought - I already forgot once my flamenco shoes at the studio when I changed the place. I didn't want to take this risk, mostly when tomorrow I will have a class at another studio. I got back and left my stuff closer to the door as I usually do, without or without benches. My friend came when I went to change. Ilan was outside with his mobile phone, I called him back when the other class was over. 

Neta opened to us the romantic lights near the mirrors instead the strong ones. Some flamenco music with the palo of tangos. The second song was Killing Me Softly. I guess that forever it will make me think of Miguel, after all - first time that I heard this crazy version was at his last workshop at Tel Aviv. We we've been working on steps, just to remind and practice those we've been working on at the last improvistion classes. I started at the middle next to Ilan. Once while Neta changed the song at the music system I started talking. I know that Ilan isn't crazy for this palo. I told him that last year I handled alegria, this year he will handle tangos. He smiled a bit and said it's right. My friend who was next to him too heard  some of it. She was surprised to find out that he doesn't like it. She said that he's "heavy" because of it. After a while when we did some steps at circles - I found myself again at my ordinary place for this studio - the right edge, not too far from the door. I stayed there till end of class. The tall one takes this class too this year. She was behind. Since I changed my place - right behind me. I noticed after a while that that it's difficult for her to learn the new steps, although we made mostly basic ones and very few were hard. We learned also a new step this time. 

It went pretty good till one step stopped all of us cause no one really remembered it right. The assistant got stuck on the idea that no one took a video of it. I did! Thanks for making me no one! There was a try to remember it without help. It didn't work out. The assistant said again that we don't have a video. What a shame! I took the video!!!! I have it! I uploaded it to our Facebook group! She didn't see it. Of course! Neta asked me if I still have it. I said I do. While I took out my camera - the assistant still needed to argue that we don't have the video. I started to be aggressive. My vice started to go higher and I didn't need much for start with shouts. I said that I took the video and uploaded it to Facebook. If she was looking she could see it herself. She said that she was looking but don't remember it. Oh, I guess that I'm a threat and she can't see videos that others take. I showed Neta the video. It was with other steps we made. My friend and Ilan came to look too. By the way it reminded them few more things that they forgot. We worked on all again. The tall one decided to sit down and look till end of class.  After a practice on this step - Neta asked me to take another video of it. I did.  After a bit more and few more steps - the assistant looked a bit from the side. Neta asked her to take a video of another part. 

And starting improvisation. I was the first to try. Neta called me when I wanted to drink, but I thought that maybe the water can wait. I started to do something. Some of the things that I wanted to do - I started in a way that felt right, but at the middle I forgot the rest. I still made something, a little mess with steps, few steps from one part and finish it with steps from another part. I guess that I was clear to them more than I was clear to myself. At least once I signed that I'm about to do the strong steps of "calling" while the singers don't sing. I noticed that the palmeros, mostly Neta got ready for it. And... I have no idea how to do it..... I found a way to go out from it like I was ready. The steps I took their video and the assistant said I didn't. I started as it was meant to be, but the second part which I like more has been forgotten from my head at the same moment. I made something else instead. Neta said it was fine, but I shouldn't do this step cause it's a hard one and still new. My friend was next and made it beautiful - with the same step that Neta asked to wait with. Ilan was next. After he did it and the so did the snobbish - Neta said that she notice that all of us make a try to do this step. Neta said it's clear that all of us understand the beat and steps, but we need to ptactice more.  The old one and the assistant were last ones. They both were horrible,  but at least for the old one - for her age, the fact it's new to her and because she did nothing wrong to me - I respect her try.

Fine, do we have some more time? We had. Neta let us hear a part of a song "para bailar" (which is perfect for dancing) of tangos. It was possible to hear some dancing at some parts. Some made a try to dance with it. I was busy in just listening. Fine, who wants to try dancing with it alone? My friend asked if not all of us. Ilan said that my friend wants. All of us made a try. I was the first to try again.  At some points I felt the same - I started one thing and finished with another thing. It was still cool with me, but with other parts I wasn't sure that I notice well enough for what's going on. The only thing that Neta fixed me was that one of the steps I made is possible to make like I did but in another situation. The old one said it was pretty. My friend made it perfect. Ilan started and started to complain. He made a sigh of pain. All of us thought it's a joke and started to laugh. When he finished he said and signed that he did make a wrong movement and it still painful to him. The tall one who was in silence till this part "woke up" and told him to watch out because it's a shame in him. After that - I didn't even notice how did the snobbish did it. The assistant and her friend.... 

After class I asked Neta if she can send us this song. She asked me to send her an e-mail. I changed clothes at the studio without worrying. Ilan didn't look anyway. I was guessing that tonight I will have to go home alone. I came to Ilan and asked him if at least tomorrow... He said that tomorrow will go together for sure after class. Neta went away. Accept the tall one - none of us was hurry to go. Some made a practice with daily clothes or at the middle of changing clothes. My friend made one of the steps and Ilan asked why does she do it this way. I said that my friend is right - it's that way she did it. With daily clothes and bags on my shoulders I made it too. I don't even know how much they looked. On the way out I went with Ilan, my friend and the snobbish one till the car of my friend. Ilan was happy about night shopping that he's about to do for dinner. Next to the car I asked Ilan again about tomorrow. He said again that tomorrow is for sure. We said goodbye for now. I know that I need to let go a bit and it includes these walks, but the way back home from Neta's studio became pretty lonely without him