“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
I’m the only latina ever born without rhythm. I’ll be dancing and all of sudden get confused as to what the beat is. That doesn’t stop me from dancing, though I try not to sing if the person next to me has perfect pitch, I’m not that cruel.
My friend, Martine, loves to dance. We go dancing together almost every Tuesday night at Santiago square. It’s free, the band plays mostly cha-cha type stuff. I do pretty well until the keyboard player starts to improvise, then sometimes I just stand there and wait. This guy once complemented Martine on her dancing, and then turned to me and asked,”Is she teaching you?” I laughed, and replied,”I’m pretty much unteachable.”
Martine asked me if I wanted to participate in a flash mob that the Alianza Francesa was having for International African day, April 28th. Except, of course, this being Merida, it was going to be on another day. Saturday, May 21, for Noche Blanca. To her amazement, I agreed to try.
We practiced at her house, we went to a practice at the Alianza Francesa, we practiced again. I figured I would just stand behind someone good, and do my best.
Saturday night, we arrived at the appointed place fifteen minutes early. Martine spotted the organizer over inside the square, they spoke together in rapid French. The Police band was playing until 7:30 so we were going to have to wait. Also the location had been changed to around the flagpole in the center of the main square. No problem, it’s Mexico, you have to learn to be flexible. Besides, it was really warm, maybe the temperature would go down a little more.
The police band plays pretty good dance music, they have lots of brass, which I like. Martine calls it happy music, so to kill time, we danced. Then at 7:30 we noticed the space getting crowded, more people dancing. The band took this as a tribute, and played an encore, then another, and another, finally quitting for good at 8:00.
So in the spirit of where’s Waldo? Can you spot me among the dancers? Hint, my hair is blonde now. My friend, Martine has on a red blouse and is also blonde, but her’s is natural.