Note: The title's from a song by the Gipsy Kings. Love 'em! :)

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"I know quite a few dances," Alek says, indignant. "I had a tutor –"

Dylan rolls his eyes. "Aye, you had a million tutors, but standing still for an hour isn't dancing any more than it's fencing."

"Form is important."

"Not if it stops you from having fun."

Alek finds himself agreeing. He hides it with impatience: "Just show me."

Dylan sighs, but concedes. "You can do the boy's part, and I'll do the girl's."

"Why are you the girl?"

His friend coughs and colors slightly. "D'you want to be the barking girl? Here, mind the steps."

And Alek does.