Abruptly she stops dancing and abandons her partner. MARIE 2 I think I’d better take a break. It’s nothing to do with you; I’m sure you’re very good at this; being so close makes me ill at ease. I know it’s how you’re supposed to dance, and I’m not saying you’re taking advantage: you certainly haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just too tense, that’s all. I know, I can feel it, and you just watch; he’s about to tell me to relax my shoulders again. I’m really not made for this, for dancing. I haven’t got the spontaneity, the willingness to let go. I’m forever clenched. It’s the same thing with sex. It’s always a problem. Look, thanks for being nice enough to pretend not to notice, like everything’s normal, but I’m sure dancing with someone else would bring out the joy in living for you. Am I right? HER PARTNER Lo siento, no hablo bien ingles… MARIE 1 One day, I had the dizzying insight that maybe this cult of me that my parents had going wasn’t well-founded.
