I go to dance school every night. It's my first time. I'm dancing house. lol lol
I've never learned to dance. It's completely different from dancing freely, and to be honest, it's difficult. The tempo and steps don't match at all. If you step one bit out of place, it's fatal and can lead to irreparable consequences. Scary.
An old man flailing about. My face gets flustered. It went so badly that there were times I decided, "That's it for today! I'll just watch!"
The music is house. My favorite music. But, when I think about the steps and tempo, the music becomes extra information, and sometimes I can't dance even worse when the music comes in. My heart, groove, ears, feet, and head all start doing different things, and I get tangled up. You're supposed to feel the music!, but... It makes me laugh.
However! This "struggle" is good! I'm struggling, practicing secretly, and doing my best! Above all, I want to get better. Things I couldn't do before are starting to become possible. This makes me happy.
Let’s stay uncomfortable!!