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10 quirky people you will meet if you like to Salsa
And if you are one of them…hmmm…enough said!
Yang
50 first basics: I take the adage ‘Every day is a new day’ a little
too seriously. I am the guy who comes to class day in and day out, but cannot
seem to remember a thing. I suffer from a bout of amnesia as soon as I enter
the studio. Spot turn? What’s that?
The all over guy: I don’t understand much, but I sure do prance around
a lot. Technicalities? Who needs that? I pay a deaf ear to the teacher and make
my own rules. I scare my partner as she does not know where I will step next.
On her leg? Maybe.
Now you lead me: I do not like taking charge. So what if the man is
the leader of the dance? I will happily take the backseat and let my partner lead
me. Anyway girls are over enthusiastic and I am happy to oblige.
Houston, target in sight…Mayday! Mayday!: I am a decent dancer, but I blank out when
I approach girls. I dance so well inside my head that I could put champions to
shame. But put the fairer sex in front of me and all I can manage is a cross
body lead with about 22 basics. If only the pretty girls could see inside my
head. Alas!
Are you insured yet?: The word gentle is missing from my dictionary. I
believe the only way to dance is to push around a girl like a rag doll. If your
shoulder does not pop out from the socket, consider yourself lucky.
Yin
The I am today’s woman, I take charge (even when not
required): I am an
independent and ambitious woman. I am not a follower. I am a rebel. I will defy
the rules of Salsa. Men? They cannot lead me. It was after me the term ‘self
leading’ was coined.
Mirror, mirror on the wall: I am the prettiest of them all. Dance
studios with huge mirrors everywhere are all to check myself out. Even when my
teacher is explaining how to do my tricky multiple spins, my attention is on
whether my hair is in place or if my lipstick has smudged. And while dancing, I
always need to face the mirror; my partner can face the wall for all I care.
Baggage of the dancers past: I have danced all my life. So what I am
learning a new dance form, it is child’s play for me. I will walk into class
and pick up the skill in less than half the time of other minions. I am a great
dancer and I know it.
Ability. Check. Willingness. Check. Attitude. Not so
much: I am a reasonably
good dancer and I want to learn. BUT I just don’t want to put in a lot of
effort. I will probably try something new once and if I don’t get it, I will
sulk. If only I attempted the damn body wave a few more times, I could master
it.
My arms are an unnatural extension of me: The legs move perfectly, the torso is also
doing fine. But what do I do of my hands? They feel like a lifeless burden.
Where do I put them? On my hips? On the guy’s shoulders? Styling will be the
end of me.
These are tales
of my experience dancing with men and women. Yes, women too as one needs to
when teaching…no other reason, though that would be so cool.
I have danced
with all of these types. You know who you are!
This is just a
funny take. Please take this with a giant pinch of salt. In fact, I am in there
too. Guess which one am I!!!
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