That was rumba, an usual practice, among a crowd of 7 girls. After the first few figures, I started to hear guys 'gasp' with admiration. I heard them, I heard what they said, I felt sorry as I should have focused on the dance instead of listening in on things...but at the same time I was quite proud of myself. If I couldn't impress people, I would be very frustrated considering the amount of time & effort in practicing.
I am not saying that I am perfect, but I am really not bad. And yay! Praise fuels me. I feel like I am the queen now! Want more dancing!