Having taken up Tai-Chi as the inevitable next step after receiving promotional material from SAGA about stair lifts and cheap life insurance, I had just about got the hang of it after a couple of weeks.
I arrived at class, late and flustered and, as I scurried in, distractedly noted that it seemed to have doubled in number of participants. I scooted into my normal safe space in the middle as they warmed up and prepared to follow my usual method of making it up and copying my neighbour when in doubt.
The first two forms went perfectly and then the class turned right in unison. As I rotated I was confronted with a wall of eyes watching me. With mounting panic, it dawned on me that the extra people were new attendees who had come to watch an established class to see how it should be done. I found myself alone, at the front of the remaining class with everyone else, including the instructor, seamlessly Tai-Chi-ing behind me.
Eeek.