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Miss Marilyn 
Marilyn was biting her lip, trying to figure out the best way to escape the class. She could just walk out...Inching towards the opening of the Gazebo, someone made their presence known behind her.
The voice was deep, earthy, and rich...
Rafe...
She turned and took in his appearance...He'd magicked his clothing, now wearing a lovely navy-colored suit. Well, he was someone to dance with...It was dangerous, though...
Not really seeing an out, the blonde sighed. Taking the wand from her sleeve, she magicked her own
clothes. It wasn't dressy, because she wanted to be comfortable...since the situation would be awkward enough.
"I guess..." Rafe smiled. It was a step to reconciliation. Rafe couldn't help, but smile as she changed her clothes.
"You look beautiful." He smiled and then listened for further instruction. He was very excited about dancing and even more excited that it was with Marilyn. Dancing was about movement and getting close to one another. Not that he wanted anything to really start...more like he was still desperate for her forgiveness.
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Tailzerr ooc: I'm going to continue. Those who are in pairs, if you notice someone who is without a partner, pleaaaaaaase allow them to join you.
Chad clapped his hands together to get everyone's attention back up towards him and Bentley. "Now, the first thing we will learn how to do is the stance for the waltz. It is fairly simple. You are going to stand in front of each other, offset slight to the left. Mademoiselle Bentley, if you please?" Chad turned to face her, smiling politely.
"Now, le monsieur's left hand should join with la mademoiselle's right hand. These will be held up in the air a bit, approximately at the eye lady of la mademoiselle." With a slightly awkward cough, Chad demonstrated by taking Bentley's right hand into his left. "Next, le monsieur will place his right hand on the back of la mademoiselle, over her shoulder blade. Les mademoiselles will then rest their left arm on the monsieur's right arm." He placed his hand over her shoulder blade and waited for her to do her part.
"You all try now."
Closed position. That was his answer and that was the position they were asked to get in. He reached down and gently took Marilyn's left hand and set in on his shoulder. Rafe then moved in a little closer and placed his right hand around her waist, then moved it up closer to her shoulder blade as instructed. Then, he took her right hand into his left and positioned it their arms slightly to the side at eye level. He was so focused on getting in the right formation, he hardly looked Marilyn in the eye.
Rafe went from looking to their hands being held and then scanned over and looked into her sparkling green eyes.
"Um...so...I...I hope this is right." He spoke with what felt like a huge lump in his throat. He swallowed air.
"Are you okay?" What kind of question was that? Of course she was okay, but was now probably regretting to dancing with a bumbling idiot.