"Let it move you."

The dreamlike state of the studio was still in the gaze of the afternoon sun. The dancers floated around the room, swaying their bodies steadily to the beat. "Feel the music," the instructor said, "Let it move you."

The room was silent but for the continuous rhythm of the guitar. No one dared to disturb the peace with the sound of their voice. Rock step, step, step, and on. "Change partners."

The room was warm as the circle continued moving. The lilting voice of the instructor matched the movement of the music. He walked towards the center of the studio, each step falling in rhythm with the song. Every movement of his voice and body was a part of the music.

The dancers continue moving across the floor. "And stop," the instructor said as the melody ceased. The applause from the students woke everyone from the dream.