*Alright, here is Ch.8! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers! Enjoy!*
Javier and I were open for our first day of business. We had six people sign up for dance lessons and we couldn't wait to get started.
The first couple was sixteen year olds. The girl was tall with long brown hair. She wore a short skirt and tight top. The boy had jet black hair and green eyes and was wearing jeans and a leather jacket.
The second pair was a married couple in their late twenties or early thirties. The wife was short with blonde hair and blue eyes; she wore a tight red dress. The husband was tall with brown hair and brown eyes and was wearing a black suit.
The last couple was probably in their early twenties. The female, Maria, had black hair and brown eyes and had skin tone that looked like Javier's. She, like Javier, had moved from Cuba, except she did when she was much younger. The man had blond hair and blue eyes. He had a kind smile and his eyes filled with love whenever he looked at Maria. They were my favorite couple right now, because of the resemblance to Javier and me.
The first lesson was simple: teach them to feel the music. Maria was the only one able to really do it. We would need to practice this some more the next lesson.
We opened the club that night and were surprised by the amount of people that were there. The Cuban music and the energy was phenomenal and I knew, in that moment, that everything was going to be ok. With that thought I grabbed Javier's hand and pulled him with me onto the dance floor.