The goal is to move together, though sometimes I think the woman's part is much more involved than the man's. [And in fact, it was, so there'd been a few steps she was skipping, as they involved a lot of sashaying back and forth by the girl she knew Emilie could handle, but didn't know to do yet.]

Ah, but I think the song is ending soon. We'll have to do this again sometime. Perhaps lessons, yes.