The music started softly. Not loud enough to intimidate anyone, but just enough to make the silence in the room disappear. A few students shifted awkwardly into position while others pretended to look more confident than they felt. And then the counting began. “Five, six, seven…” By the time the first beat dropped, half the room was already late. That included Daniel and Sofia. Neither of them had danced before. They signed up for beginner bachata dance classes in dubai because it sounded easier than salsa. Slower music. Simpler movements. Less pressure. At least that’s what they thought. Ten minutes into the class, both of them were staring at their own feet like they had suddenly forgotten how walking worked.
