Dancing
verb-
move rhythmically to music, typically following a set sequence of steps
John stood stiff as a board under Sherlock's appraising eye. The detective circled John like a hawk hunting its prey.
"Can I move yet?" John said through clenched teeth.
"No-pe."
Sherlock adjusted John's pose and looked on as John's raised arm started to quiver. He nodded and backed away.
"You are ready to try it again," Sherlock said and picked up his violin. He started playing and directed John to start dancing. John grimaced and rotated in place.
"No, no, no you're doing it wrong!" Sherlock scowled, making his violin screech in protest.
"Remember what I told you."
"Sherlock, I think I'm just not cut out for this."
Sherlock knocked John on the shoulder, "Nonsense! Anyone can dance. Well... almost anyone."
John sighed, and sat dejectedly into his armchair.
"John."
"Hmph?"
"You can do it you know. It was just as hard for me when I was learning." Sherlock said.
"Really? The great Sherlock Holmes struggled with something?" John scoffed.
Sherlock was quite for a moment. "Yup."
John looked at Sherlock for a long moment.
"Alright...I'll try again."