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„Don’t be afraid; I’m here with you,” Ollie whispered in my ear as I stiffly stood on the dancefloor.
„Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with two left feet.” I whined, looking at our comical reflection in the mirror.
A giant with moves like a professional dancer and a midget stiff as a board. Our teacher looked at us hopelessly. I felt like a total disaster, praying for the forty minutes to end quickly. I would rather jump from the cliff than embarrass myself, tripping over my feet.
„Five minutes break, my dears.” The teacher clapped, and I breathed in relief.
I sat on the bench and looked around. All the couples looked like they knew what they were doing. Ollie walked to the bathroom, and I contemplated running away and hiding in my bed for the rest of the stay. A mi
