How To Kill A Tango Song

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One of the Worst Couples I have Seen.

1. In tango, less is more. Do it well. Overdoing takes away from your tango. It pollutes the senses. Do less, but do it well.
2. Feel the music. Respect the story the song is telling you and your audience.
3. Do not look into your dance partner's eyes faking that you are feeling passionate. Save that for other places, maybe a park, the movie theater or even the bedroom. The passion in tango should be subtle, real, natural.
4. Do not smile a frozen smile. Do not turn your head to the sides like you have been told to do so or like you are an electronic toy that can be bought at a store and is programmed to act a certain away.
5. Try not to show your goodies in public. Nobody wants to see your pubic areas. That's embarrassing for you and for your audience.
6. If you do tricks, try do them in a way that it doesn't show that you haven't practiced them enough.
7. Rushing will get you nowhere except ahead of the music. You are there to enjoy your partner and the music, not to be the first one as if you were in a marathon.
8. Do not look like you are arguing with you partner on the dance floor. That's scary and it doesn't represent passion. Being aggressive doesn't show how much you care, it shows you are clueless and acting. real tango is a combination of many things, including harmony.
9. Precision is more important than how many steps you know.
10. Do not underestimate the power of a good walk. Elegant walking is very difficult. Looking natural while you walk on the music is the hardest aspect of dancing tango.
11. A guy trying to show off is a big turn off. Dance for your partner. Embrace your partner for real.
12. The embrace says a lot about the couple's connection.
13. Elegance is priceless. Avoid tacky shoes and clothing. Being gracious is key to attract the eyes of those who respect a well-danced tango.
14. Do not talk to the audience in between songs while you are performing. You are not there to talk. Spare the public of your jokes,  that's not a comedy show.
15. Respect each orchestra you are dancing to. You are there because of the music, not the other way around.

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