Hop the splendid hops of hip-hop with this Groupon, which gets you a month of unlimited dance classes at Aventura Dance Studio. Aventura Dance offers salsa, Argentine tango, hip-hop, and belly dancing, as well as aerobic dance classes taught by International Dance Organization disco hustle champions and Argentine tango champions.
Aventura has about 200 enrolled students and the owner is a salsa pro who has danced during the Super Bowl pregame show (and not at home in his Dolphins-print boxers, the real deal). The friendly and experienced instructors can help you glide and gambol so gracefully and powerfully that you’ll outdance the stars and instead dance with a beautiful nebulae or super bright and energetic quasars.
Busting a move you've never busted before—be it a salsa move, a Latin ballroom move, or a well-coordinated move to a nicer part of town, away from that mouthy opossum that keeps opening your mail—is a great way to get exercise, learn a new skill, and meet new and graceful friends. Classes take place in the evenings on weekdays and in the afternoons on weekends. This Groupon is good for new students only.
Aventura Dance Studio has a five-star rating from one reviewer on Yelp:
- This is a great dance studio in Aventura. I took salsa classes and now everyone watches me at the clubs. It's a great place to make new friends and have fun. – Robert A., Yelp
In Space, No One Can Hear Your Dreams
A starburst of pressurized airstreams hissed out from Katherine’s collar as she detached her space helmet. She disengaged the electromagnets on the soles of her boots—though abandoned, the space station was well-lit and the artificial gravity was still engaged, albeit weakly, making her feel lighter on her feet than usual. On Earth, she had dreamt of becoming a dancer, but based on her test scores, the academic quota system of the One World Government assigned her to astrobiology. The pressure from her father didn’t hurt either.
Now she was aboard the OWG Station Catharsis-001, commissioned 22 years ago as a deep-science outpost for the Rhomboid Collectivists. Communication had been dead for weeks, but all devices appeared functional. She heard a skittering behind her, and a mysterious hiss, like a snake mockingly attempting human speech. “Yyyou sssshouldn’t b-b-beeeee heressss,” it whispered from the corners. Reptaliens, she realized silently.
Her flash pistol was still onboard the Desiderius, and she couldn’t hit the broadside of a fuel tanker with it anyway. The scaly figures began to decloak themselves before her with a series of menacing vorp sounds as they toggled off their spectral belts. There were six of them, at least, tongues and tails lashing.
“Sorry dad,” she said, and chose a stance. Scientist or not, it was time to dance her way out.
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