During Covid, I had moved solo (yet again) to an affordable apartment in my hometown of Los Angeles, California. Sometime after, I had discovered an advertisement for ballroom-dance classes near my simple studio. Being that i had enjoyed choreographing/dancing during my formative years as well as post high school, i decided to partake in individual lessons with a skilled instructor. It felt surreal. I had frequented clubs and bars in the past and engaged in the scandalous *mixed dancing* of the genders but this was different. Edgar had a desire for me to partner with him for contests after he had observed the way i swayed to the rhythm of the music he had excitedly played for me in the elegant and large ballroom of Koreatown. Our sessions felt erotic and intimate. We moved to evocative Gothic/Soulful music at a point as he supported me in his strong yet gentle arms. To him, it was instinctive. I guess he picked up on my meloncholy aura. Evanescence was always a favorite of mine growing up. I feel fortunate to have had that paradoxical experience.