It was an honest mistake. I would never leave you for Belly Dancing. I was mortified and embarrassed to find myself in a room with her. I didn't know what to do when she wrapped her jingly, blingy sash around my hips.. so I tied it tighter. Her music was a little bit like yours.. and I gave in.
But she's nothing like you, Zumba! I was a mess. I may have trouble with your shoulder shimmy, but her million-mile-an-hour hip shimmys are much more out of my league.
Please don't give up on me. I'll be there tomorrow. And I know it's at 5:30 this time. Goodnight.