112. Learning to dance
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She used to be a singer in a band.
We went to the hotel that she used to sing at.
It was a big fancy hotel.
Some of the people that she knew when she sang in the band were still there.
They remembered my mother, and they had a good time talking to her and remembering old times.
Many people told me that I looked like my mother.
In the hotel, they had a fancy hall where they had ballroom dancing.
I am not used to that kind of dancing.
I always dance to rock music.
A man told me that he would teach me how to dance.
It looked very easy.
I held one of his hands, and put my other hand on his shoulder.
He told me exactly how to move my feet.
I was very clumsy, and I stepped on his toes.
He was patient with me, and he counted "one, two, three".
I tried to waltz with him.
I would start out pretty well, but then I would get mixed up and stand on his toes again.
The man laughed about it.
I told him that I wasn't a very good dancer, but he said that I was good for a beginner.
I think he was just being polite.
The man asked my mother to dance.
My mother is a very good dancer.
I didn't know that about her.
She never stepped on the man's toes once.
The man thanked us for dancing with him, and I thanked him for giving me dancing lessons.
I don't think I'll ever be very good at that type of dancing.
Each generation has a specific type of dancing.
The way that I dance is different from the way that my mother dances.
The way that I dance doesn't involve moving your feet too much.
I'm not too good at fancy steps.