I didn’t realize the meaning of Pon De Replay (Rihanna) until my beloved Kimji dance teacher began his moves. Cherry, again, with her artistic dance skill, had successfully made her moves on the 32-step first and taught me to move to the tune. It didn’t seem too difficult when practicing with the claps mimicking song rhythms without the music play. We did and he laughed. Sarcastically, when the song was on, the 32-step had to be repeated twice. Cherry counted her moves and so did I. Never once, we had made it to the beat. We only made it to the 16th step and we were gone, hearing Kimji dance teacher’s laugh like he was on drugs. Today was the last class for this song. I didn’t know I should thank him or I should have felt sorry for myself. We still didn’t make it more than the 16th step out of 32 steps or to be honest out of 64 steps when we had to make it two rounds. He screamed and laughed through his microphone making me insane. His laugh was going to haunt me in my dreams and so did Cherry’s moves. I really thought I was gone far more than craziness every time I laughed myself to sleep when I thought how clumsy and how funny it was in the dance class. And my adrenaline rose to its peak.
Tonight it was coming back again. After just an hour of dancing – the dancing of every cell – , the 32-step turned the magical 64-step dance without breathing that encircled myself from the whole world around me.
He He He He He …C……C …C… Cherry… You are nuts!
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