Twas a commonplace thing in a relationship: the girl keeps wanting the guy to go with her to ballroom events and such. The guy usually declines because he doesn’t know how and thinks it’s unmanly to learn. The guy begins to suspect that the girl is having just a little too much fun going to those ballroom events and decides to learn so he can surprise her and sweep her off her feet once again. Bruhaha ensues.

When Danny approached his Renaissance buddies about his problem of lack of ballroom dancing skills to impress Miss Danna, we were more than happy to help. The problem was that none of us knew how either, and thus we sought out a dance studio and instructor. It just happened that we had seen signs around Naxxramas about a “Heigan the Unclean’s Super Fun and Good Dance School.” We called the phone number and signed up for a class.

We refused to talk about what happened that day we went for our dance lessons, and there’s nothing anyone can do to make us divulge what truly happened. For those that are painfully curious, I’ll share some lessons from the experience:
1. Looking for a dance instructor? Go with arthur miller, or at least avoid anyone with unclean in his name or any dance studio in Naxxramas.
2. If on the way to your dance school you encounter a bunch of rabid bats, maggots, and gigantic beasts, it’s probably not a reputable or accredited school.
3. If you open a dance school, don’t have a hallway behind your studio with mindflaying eyestalks in pots and revolting maggots everywhere else. It’s not good for attracting repeat customers.
4. If your girlfriend ever complains that you don’t know to dance, show her the heigan encounter and prove her wrong (hopefully).

Bleh, I share your feeling of non-impressé with this update.

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