It's always nice to walk out of work and straight into something good. Last night the Cha-cha-cha class was pretty much that. So into an empty room I walked, the door closes behind me and a middle aged man dressed in a polo shirt, jeans and white trainers puts on some happy hardcore at full blast and proceeds to get 'clean on it' as the expression goes.
The nineties were not without the legends that peaked too soon and were to be seen dancing alone on the dancefloor while everyone else waited for the main act to come on. This guy resembled that very type and went at it hammer and thongs. I nodded the head to the beat and tried to look cool, for reasons I can't really explain.
A few other people arrived and joined in the fun, all shaking it like a polaroid picture. The Cha-cha-cha class proper was a good bit more sobering, but the warm left one thinking that this particular experience might well be enjoyed with ease.
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