Did I tell you? I will be a dancer.

Did I tell you? I will be a dancer.

I called Sam, the Salsa promoter, this afternoon about the position that he seems to keep for me in his team. He asked me to join him at the venue of the night at the Scala, on Pentonville Road. I first refused due to my plan which was having wine with Steven – from WSET class, and which was cancelled.

Steven called me to apologize. He explained his troubles engendered by the preparation of his cycling trip across the Alpes with his wife. The bike he had just found for her was completely rusted. She did not even like cycling. He would have preferred to go there either with his cousin or with friends. He was yelling at Dacey, his cat: “Dacey! Don’t climb there! You want me to turn you into fur?!” I let him know, slightly sarcastic, that his life seemed very complicated at the moment. He answered that this is what happened with growing up, the wife, the cats... Steven is 32 years old. I think he has a problem with his conception of life.

“My friend has cancelled for tonight. I come to scala at ten so we can talk and i want to dance.”

I’ve learnt something: tell people what you want so they can give it to you.

When I arrived at the Scala, Sam slid a bracelet to my wrist and gave me a green ticket: “There are three floors with the Foyer, the Main room... You’ll see. Have a free drink. Enjoy yourself.”

The first man who took my hand stopped me after merely twenty seconds to state that I must not have had few classes of salsa. Even though, he decided to teach me...almost four hours... And again, in confident arms, I felt like if I had been dancing for years and years and years....

Before we quit each other he told a lady: “She will have a bright future. She catches very quickly.”

Sam said he really likes me. I don’t know why because I’ve been very childish with him, requesting things and changing my mind constantly. Anyway I know that the day I say yes I will have a job there. In the meantime I have free evenings doing one of the most beautiful things humanity has created.

L’Italien is tearing my heart little by little. Hence it is primordial for me to remember I am the most important person I should care about. On my way home I picked for myself the most beautiful and perfumed White Rose I’ve seen.