“Practice before dinner.” Gabriella told me. “Or your stomach will be upset if you start to practice right after dinner.”
“I’ll get the area ready right now then,” I cleared the table swiftly, eager to dive into the dance steps. Gabriella led the way to the living room, our makeshift dance studio for the evening.
"Where should we start?" I inquired, trying to mask my excitement and nerves.
"Let's begin with the basics," she said, adopting a patient tone. "It's about feeling the rhythm and letting your movements flow with it."
Trying to emulate her steps, I ventured, "Like this?"
Her correction was gentle. "Not quite. It's about the fluidity, the smooth transition between steps. Watch my feet closely."
I absorbed her movements, gradually grasping the nuances. "Ah, I think I'm getting there. This step here, then there..."
Gabriella's encouraging words buoyed my spirits. "That's it! You're catching on faster than I thought."