“Danceball is only six weeks away. Is time to get serious.”
We practice for two hours straight. By the end, X and I are both sweaty and exhausted.
“That was best practice yet. Chemistry is much better,” she says with a wink. “But unfortunately, need more than chemistry to win.”
She sets us a grueling practice schedule. Mondays are for bachata. Tuesdays are for salsa. Wednesdays for West Coast swing. Thursdays for the Hustle. Since Argentine tango is the hardest, she schedules three days of practice: Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
After we agree to the schedule, she claps her hands together. “Now is time to see what you two are really made of,” she says.
CHAPTER 36
Salsa Tuesday
X:Fifi is not in her right mind
Me:More caliente! More caliente!
Me:I think caliente is the only Spanish word she knows
X:How many times do you think she said that?
Me:Fifty or sixty
X:Maybe more
X:So I’m reading that book you told me about
Me:Which one?
X:Cupcakes and kisses
X:I wasn’t expecting it to be so DIRTY
Me:You’re at the first bakery scene
X:Frosting belongs on cake
Me:So narrow-minded you are
X:What are gorgeous mounds of flesh?
X:I didn’t learn about that in bio
Me:They only teach that stuff 2nd semester senior year
X:Ouch
Me:Sorry
X:For real tho, I don’t think this thing with the frosting is sanitary
Me:Goodnight X
X:Never going into a bakery ever again
Me:I’m sleeping now
