She was watching me when I was doing my daily practice for Rumba, and suddenly 'CREEEEEk'- everyone stopped and everyone stared at me- no, my shoes (fortunately they are not Ray Rose).
I was told that I couldn't repair them anymore but I AM (present tense!) so fond of them. I wore them to most of the functions in my earliest days of dancing. Favere- still want to fix them. It's not that I can't afford another pair, it's because the new ones can't be shaped like them- since I have been wearing them for every day practice for years, they have now become perfectly fit to my feet. I like the support they give, and I have been so used to the flexibility that the soles give... if I have another pair, I need time to get used to the new sense of balance, but I want to feel the same way every minute when I am with my shoes on so that I can be confident enough to face my audience. More importantly, I want the nomination. I can't get them without dancing confidently and splendidly.
Anyway, I should feel lucky that my feet were not hurt. I have resumed the daily practicing, with a focus on perfecting all the basic figures and making musicality more explicitly but not overwhelmingly expressed. It's a shame that I can't have a real man to dance with, for if I want a more intense emotion, it's hard to express love to my 'invisible man'. Every time when I get out from the classic fan position, I need to imagine where my man should have been and pretend that I look deep into his eyes. It feels so odd.
Well, this is not the first time I was told that I was practicing too hard. Hard? I just think that it's not hard enough, I want to be good enough to catch KJ's eyes and gain all his attention. Sign... a lot more of work to do then.