One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three... Oh crap, I messed up. "You're thinking too much, smart girl." "I know, I'm sorry!" I was dancing the salsa — or was it the bachata? — at Salsa ...
The Saturday night dance floor at Hotel Louisville is peppered with whispers of apologies from smiling first-timers, shuffling forward and backward and stepping on toes. There's no judgment from dance ...
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