Last lessonpublished: 2008-11-28
I think I’m getting the knack of this whole flamenco dancing thing. Last lesson, our teacher intently studied us while we danced. She was focused, her expression seemed both exasperated and pleased. It’s rewarding to have a teacher look at you that way, because it means that not only is she interested, she’s engaged. There’s hope for us as dancers. On hoping to pull out everything we had in us, she searched for the right button to press. The magic words she used were: “Be ugly! Dare to be ugly!”
A miracle then happened. We stomped around sticking our knees out and elbows and not caring what we looked like, when in fact we looked just great.
I don’t need to spell out the lesson in this do I?