It's hard to remain positive and cheerful when tanda after tanda passes you by. You can't sit in the same place for too many, like a frozen doll in a shop window that fades in the afternoon sun. Yet you need to stay in the good spots for a cabeceo. You try not to be disappointed as one of your friends, a wonderful dancer, proposes and dances with dancer after dancer, but not you. When a lead walks up and asks you directly you say yes, even though this is usually a sign for you to say no! That still turns out to be a mistake, but you make the most of it - you may not get another dance after all.
The evening is saved when, very near the end of the night, one of your favourite teachers asks you to dance. You've only practiced with them in class - as lead and follow - but have seen them dance and know you want to. A milonga for your first tanda! Great fun, if a little messy! A tango next - still energetic and he feeds off my playful nature. The evening is saved.
But maybe I need to think more carefully about the millings I go to infrequently as a non-local - I need to be known as otherwise it is too painful. At my level at least. Will it be easier when I lead?
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