On Saturday, I danced with one of my favorite partners to fantastic live tango music (by the extra-wonderful Glover Gill and Tosca String Quartet). I was exhausted, sore from practice and class, and not entirely in my right mind apparently. When I sat down afterwards, a friend told me that I'd done "quite a lovely adornment" during a particular piece of the music.
Says me: "Pardon? A what?"
Says he: "An embellishment. With your foot."
Says me: "I did?"
nod in the affirmative.
Says me: "Oh . . . I think I was just tapping because he was having me wait. I'm always being told to wait. So I might have been tapping to rhythm. (At least I hope I was tapping to the rhythm.)"
Says he: "Well, it was very pretty."
I really need to pay attention more.
Sometimes the most beautiful things just happen. No plans, no expectations, they just happen... If you let them
agree with ampstertango
AmpsterTango and happyseaurchin - thank you. :) As uncomfortable as it sounds, I think I understand why being videotaped as part of learning to tango could be very valuable. Because apparently, while I'm dancing anyway, I seem to lose track of what I'm doing.
Mari: Lose track of what your doing, you say. Isn't that the point? It's called "Feeling that tango connection."
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