Tweedledee and Tweedledum

For my social dance class, we're required to attend a dance lab which is basically just a dance where you dance real dances instead of just swaying back and forth. There was one last night. They called a cha-cha and said it was girls' choice. There was a guy from my class right behind me that also played in the same orchestra I did. I asked him to dance, and he led me out to the floor. We danced through most of the song without incident, discussing the concert and the piece that almost fell apart. He led me into a the sweetheart step, and he was about to twirl me back into dance position when a hand flew out of nowhere.

In the cha-cha there are a lot of breaks where you throw your arms out. I've been hit, and I've hit other people. But usually you catch people in the shoulder, or you stop short and don't nail them too hard. This guy never even saw me. His hand hit full force right in my mouth. It was so unexpected I started laughing. I could feel my lip starting to swell a little and blood flowing to it. I was sure I looked ridiculous. He apologized, so my partner and I resumed dancing.

My partner informed me that my lip was bleeding and asked if I wanted to take care of it. I said I did, and he escorted me off the floor. Sarah happened to be standing right where we came out. She had a shocked expression when she saw my teeth covered in blood. My partner had a dead serious expression when he said that he had tried to kiss me and things hadn't gone well. I laughed, told her I got hit in the face, and went to the bathroom to clean up my mouth.