Did a little foxtrotting last night, a dance that turns out to be almost entirely different from the foxtrot we learned when we started taking lessons about a year ago. Turns out there are two versions of the same dance, our teacher says, a “slow foxtrot,” the step we learned originally, and a just plain old vanilla foxtrot, a much livelier step.
The slow foxtrot is a slow step forward, another slow step forward, yet another slow step forward, and finally a quick side step with a little rise in the middle. You can throw a promenade or twirl in there if you like, but that’s icing on the cake. The basic step is a slow stroll across the dance floor.
The foxtrot is a lot more lighthearted and fun — and faster. Much faster. It’s pretty much constant movement around the dance floor, but I find it surprisingly easy to keep a clear idea in my head where we’re going and what we’re going to do next. I have a little trouble with that when dancing other steps. Actually, I have a LOT more trouble doing that. But foxtrot seems to come naturally.
My Darling B seems to like it quite a lot, too.
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