"Till then,

I'll tell you about how my love affair with dancing started with standing on my dad's feet and holding his hand while he would count the beat. Dad was honest to goodness, Dean Martin style pauper, cabaret ballroom dancing cool cat. 

We danced in the living room on the streets, in our garden... the only place he would not have me dancing would be the clubs where he danced.

Hum?!

Well, I snuck out on the nights I knew he wasn't there anyway. So, I got to dance with the most interesting and creative dancers.

Long story short, life happened, dancing got pushed aside for a while until... I met these Salseras.

We keep each other on our toes!

                     I hope to see you on the dance floor, soon!

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