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: The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life. Bobbie
: [looking up from the floor
] Yeah, why can't you do it like that?
: But we began training too hard, pushing each other, expecting too much. Well, we didn't win. Not even close. I came back without my trophy or my partner.
: And all this time, I've been hiding out at Miss Mitzi's, angry at myself, frustrated & embarrassed. But coaching you & Bobbie, seeing how alive you were out there, made me realize just how much I'd given up. And now, for the first time in a long time, I WANT to dance again. So, I need to thank you. Thank you, for helping me to see this.
: What made you wanna dance? John Clark
: You. Looking out that window, right there. You could see it from the train. Every night, I'd come home from work & I'd look for you, your face... you looked on the outside the way I was feeling on the inside. Paulina
: I was watching you, too. From the window, I saw you practicing on the platform. John Clark
: No? Uhh. Paulina
: That night I said all those thing to you, I didn't think I'd ever see you again. But you kept coming back. John Clark
: I didn't want to. I figured if I hadn't, you would have been right about everything you accused me of. Then, I started dancing and found I really liked it. It made me happy! Paulina
: Yes, it shows.