Dance Lessons (Private)

I led Ryan into the large amphitheater and looked around for the thousandth time. "This place still amazes me." I sighed whimsically.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. "Y'ready?"

"Yep!" I tried to position myself, but failed a bit. "Ugh. One minute." I continued trying to fix my stance.

I blushed and adjusted my stance to how he directed. "Oh, yeah. Thanks." I grinned.

I followed some of them, slipping and adding too much of other genres to others. I groaned when I tripped over my own feet and fell on my butt. "Forget it! I can't waltz." I grumbled and crossed my arms.

I sighed exasperatedly and stood with his help. "Sure, I guess. Though I may step on your feet." I mumbled.

I looked at his face and relaxed some. "Yeah, I guess."

I followed his lead, doing much better this time. I eventualy got more comfortable and rested my head on his shoulder. After a while I asked, "Want me to teach you some of what I know later?"

"I'd be glad to." I smiled and lifted my head to look at him. "There's so much....it's brilliant."

I blushed again. "Um, thanks." I chuckled shyly. "I'm sure that mine isn't as great as your waltz, though."

"You're better than I am." I laughed some. "I swear, I think I was naturally born with two left feet. Though I think you've fixed my strange disorder." I shrugged.

I quickly kissed his cheek and stepped back to prepare to teach. "My turn!"

"Let's start simply." I did a simple pop and lock, then dropped to a kneel on my left knee. "You try." I smiled.