““Okay, what do I do here?" he asked. I didn't answer. I just danced. "What are you doing? I can't do that. It's impossible. My hips don't go like that. How do your hips go like that?" He tried moving with frenzied baby steps, completely out of rhythm with the music. I put my hands on his hips. "Slow down. It's okay. Just relax, and let your hips go." "I am relaxed. My hips are very shy; they don't like to go off without the rest of my body.””
