The last time I ached all over was the day after the flamenco performance a month ago. Ms Rosita believed it was due to the floor, being hard parquet, made us work harder to get any sound out.
Yesterday I had three and a half hours of class, having requested a private lesson with Ms Rosita beforehand. It was brilliant and helpful, having the full attention of the teacher who is able to correct every section, not to mention fill in all the blanks for work you completely missed out on while struggling with the guajiras. She very slowly went through work I wasn’t sure of, and it made all the difference at class after.
She made me do some of the other work by myself just to see how much I remembered, and then corrected or refined as I went along.
The private lesson made class a lot more bearable after. For one thing, it was a lot easier to block out the usual whining and just concentrate on working on what I had learned earlier in the afternoon. The one-on-one was one of the best private dance lessons I’ve ever had, Ms Rosita is an excellent teacher. What I really needed, which I never get in the class, was the opportunity to perfect the work. Having the lesson helped me feel more confident instead of just fudging or stopping and staring bewilderingly at the footwork.
After class, unfortunately, Haz asked if I was going to watch Star Trek, which made my brain go poing!, and my fingers automatically buying tickets online. However, I will still continue to abuse Haz the way she abused me when she found out I had er, conveniently put off watching Star Trek. It was a late showing, but with a hot chocolate, it was a very relaxing late night-movie.
Except I forgot I had Sunday morning flamenco practice, and when my alarm rang at 7am, I had to drag myself out of bed despite too little sleep and my entire body in pain. Sleeping the rest of today was bliss.
Hmm. Bliss. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? No doubt this feeling will be short-lived, but I will savour the moment anyway.
