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Originally Posted by
Deniiz 
Joćo nodded at her question, holding her hand delicately as he placed the other on her upper back just like the professor had instructed them. He leaned on to hear the last part of her sentence--so close that there were only two or three centimetres between them. Once he got it, he nearly beamed and threw himself back again, quite artistical at that.
"See, you know something," he said with a small nod of encouragement. "Don't worry, I know how to dance." Probably the only thing his mother had taught him, although she still looked for her own interest in even doing that: I can't afford people saying 'Mrs. Neves' son cannot dance!' in the future! But he was grateful for that now. It didn't take him too much to figure out girls loved boys who could dance properly.
"Now, we'll keep the eye-contact and manage not to step on each other's feet." With a confident smile he looked into her eyes and started moving slooowly, first left foot to the side, then right foot to the back... though it was up to her to lead. She was the female side, after all.
India felt herself flush as Joao said she did know something about dancing. She couldn't help but smile at the fact that he seemed so
happy right now. Not to mention he was a pretty good dancer.
"Alright then" she smiled softly and firmly made eye contact. Her bizarre blue eyes showing utter happiness in their glow. It was nice to be able to dance with a real person. "And I'll try not to step on your feet" she added with a laugh.
Slowly she began her left foot stepping to the side smoothly - she wasn't actually a
bad dancer just ill practiced. Still the three-four timing of waltzing was always a beautiful and melodic thing to her. Not just because she loved music - but because her mother had tried to give her dance instructions but India was not one for Ballet. She loved more classical things such as this beautiful dance.
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Magical Soul
What the... O__o
Louisa watched the girl - India? - very suspiciously as she blushed, touched her hair and all that girly girly moves that she disliked. It wasn't only that she was prettier than Louisa, she had this accent - a common point with Joao which triggered a searing alert in Louisa's head.
She was losing.
With a
fake sweet smile at India Louisa stepped aside slightly, folded her arms and watched, burning fire inside of her chest started to grow. She did not know how to waltz hence attending the lesson but this girl was fine - not great but fine. That was going to be quite a challenge. Or she could just forget about this whole getting closer to Joao thing and bury herself in grief?
...or get rid of this India if she kept this girly attitude that clearly won Joao because HE WAVED AT AN IMAGINARY PERSON FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Her foot was tapping lightly on the ground in nervousness, her fingernails slightly digging into her arms as they were folded - yeah, she seriously was uncomfortable watching this.
India didn't exactly notice that Louisa's smile had been fake and gave her a genuine smile back. Of course she wasn't trying to steal a guy from anyone - she had just been partnerless. AND partnerless looked, well
pathetic in Dance Theory class.
"It is very kind of you to let me borrow your partner," she smiled over to her. "If you ever need help with anything please - either of you let me know." She was offering a hand. Hopefully that didn't give any reason for malinent to come ehr way.
As it usually did with her luck.