"For heavens' sake Mexi," sighed Martin Williams, now exasperated. "All you do is take his hand, walk forward and do an outside turn before moving into him and going into the basic side-mambo. That is ALL YOU HAVE TO DO."
He was the choreographer for a group of salseros, or salsa dancers. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with some of them, and right now one of them, a 20 year old half Cuban girl named Mexico Soto, was really starting to get on his nerves. She was beautiful, with golden skin and loose waves of dark brown hair but grey-blue eyes which contrasted completely with her Latin appearance. Right now she was wearing a turquoise vest bearing the words "SEXY AND I KNOW IT" in black glitter, and three quarter length black sweatpants with her dainty, one inch heel salsa shoes. She looked hot, but all Martin could think about was how much he'd like to smack her upside the head. She was normally one of the best dancers in the team, but one simple move seemed to have got the better of her. Her dance partner, a tall, handsome Polish guy named Radoslaw, was getting increasingly agitated every time she got it wrong, so eventually Martin gave up.
"Okay, we'll skip the middle part as everyone else seems to understand it, we'll move on to the stage jump now as we need to see if all the guys can catch their partners. Mexico, I'll practice the copa with you after everyone else is gone so you don't waste any more of Radoslaw's time." He knew he was harsh with her, but Mexico was known to run rings around people and he knew she needed it and she could take it.
During the next part of the rehearsal, Mexico danced perfectly. Her petite body flew off the stage and into Radoslaw's arms below with enough grace to challenge any bird, and she was one of the first to maintain the splits position in landing, and Martin began to feel bad about being so quick to snap at her. That soon changed.
After everyone had gone, Mexico and Martin were left alone in the dance hall. "Don't get it," she said flatly.
