The first meeting

In the moment we have met almost of all my global goals were realized. I was thinking about fulfilling those dreams from childhood, which still had been giving me no rest. Probably that warm summer evening my wish of realizing a dream became more acute. As always, when somebody has eager desire, the conditions become favorable.
Thus I and other girls crowded in cabin of dance school. All were strained and abashed. We dressed up, stood and started waiting what will be next. A delicate woman with round shape frame, friendly smiling, promised not to bite and invited us to gymnasium.
Carefully and watchfully we come in, everybody tries stand further from mirror and first line, hides behind each other back, closer to the wall. I did my best and stood as far as possible, in a way I don’t saw myself at all, what was very good, as it seemed that nobody saw me so I felt safely.
Sweet lady introduced and in fascinating and fun manner made presentation, told her history of coming to eastern dance. We listened all with stone faces and waited with fear further. Teacher switched on the music and showed us simplest motions. Exciting hot motive, unknown words, about “Habibi”, which, I believe not the less beautiful, then music. I totally dissolved in magic of movement and rhythm. Waves of tremble run through my body over and over again... No longer I didn’t look at others, and was appreciated, that hided in last line, because that moment couldn’t help crying on peak of emotions.
Eagerness to dancing often has reminded of itself, when I was at home alone I usually switched music loudly and let my body to move how it liked. And even more then lonely solo I liked to dance on scene, in public places like disco, clubs or even small café, I loved to play with audience and get energy of their attention. Dope like alcohol or grass doesn’t give even half of volume’s pleasure and freedom, I got from dance.
How could it happened, that I never tried to dance before organized? No, I tried, remember there were lambada and national Ukrainian dance, but for some reason I don’t remember anything I learned there. Once teacher of national dances roughly shouted at me, that I didn’t keep back and hands correct, and it was finish for our lessons. And on lambada, on my first performance I forgot whole staging and start my own improvisation, what made my teacher mad, so we also divorced.
Most of all I was impressed by body of our teacher, so round womanly figure, it differs so much from our sport masters of aerobic in university gym, no abrupt stirs, no muscles or bricks on belly. She was softness, plasticity, feminity by herself. She was harmony, from top to bottom so fluent, so figured. In each her step I saw she felt pleasure, loved her body. I have fallen with her and with her dance from first sight and decided from that moment to learn her way of movement, to open up art of mastering of my body.
I regret about that evening I didn’t found words to thank Luda for world of eastern dance she opened to me, I was too agitated. But I believe, she understood it from my faithful eyes and from that I never miss her lessons.